Emergency! (1972–1979): Season 2, Episode 7 - Fuzz Lady - full transcript

[Siren Blaring ]

[ Siren Continues ]

For an injured man, they
sure called out the troops.

[ Stanley ] What I want you to do is get
Lincoln and fill him in on our status here.

You got that? Okay.

I’m Sergeant McNamara,
Sheriff’s Department.

Our dispatcher said
something about an injured man.

Yeah, he got it right. We think it's
a broken arm. One of your men?

No, not this time. One of the muggers
we've been working here in the park.

Is the pain worse? [
Scoffs ] Are you kidding?

It's killing me. I've never
had anything hurt so bad.



You poor thing. Can you
do anything for the pain?

- Let's take a look at it first.
- Please hurry.

- Where does it hurt?
- It's my shoulder and all the way down.

How'd this happen? Pulled a
gun when we tried to take him.

And if I had one right
now, I'd use it on myself.

I’m sure they'll help you.
What do you say, fellas?

Yeah, we'll check
with the hospital. Okay.

Wonder who the girl is. [
Chuckling ] Get the splint.

Rampart Base, this is Rescue 51.

- Rampart Base, this is Rescue 51.
- This is Rampart Base. Go ahead, 51.

We have a male patient,
approximate age 30 years old.

He has a probable shoulder dislocation,
simple fracture of the upper arm.

He's experiencing severe pain. There's no
other apparent injuries. [ Siren Blaring ]

10-4, 51. Administer 10 milligrams of
M.S, I.M., and immobilize the fracture.



[DeSoto ] 10-4, Rampart.

[Groans ]

- It's gonna be all right.
- [ Groans ] Wow.

It'll be all right now.

There. I bet it feels
better already, doesn't it?

Oh, yeah. Watch
out for that shoulder.

- She gonna go to jail too?
- She?

Her.

Shelia? Yeah.

[ Chuckles ] Oh, no, no. You
have that a little backwards.

She's one of our deputies.

In fact, if it wasn't for her,
he would've gotten away.

She's a deputy? Uh-huh.

Flipped him like a
pro. Laid him right out.

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, sweetheart, I'm
not goin” anywhere.

Sorry, but it's procedure.

Do you want me to
accompany the prisoner, Sarge?

[McNamara ] No, you go on ahead to the
station and get started on your reports.

I'll take care of the hospital
end. All right. Oh, by the way...

The patrol deputy who
was supposed to be

covering the other side?
Well, he really blew it.

- Have a talk with him, will ya?
- Yes, Sheila.

I'll take care of it.

- That's really far out.
- Hey, now, listen.

This is one girl that you
don't need to get hung up on.

What's the matter with you? Have
you got something against cops?

That's some deputy
you got there, Sarge.

What did you say her name
was again? [ Chuckles ]

How are the
supplies holding out?

I've learned to order ahead.
What do you need, Roy?

Well, we used 10 milligrams
M.S. on that broken arm in custody.

Ten milligrams coming
up. Who did the damage?

A female deputy working
muggers in the park.

- Far out.
- Yeah, that's exactly what Johnny thought.

Of course, anything in
a skirt to him is exciting.

Well, uh, how long
has she been a deputy?

About three years. Hmm.

She likes it?
Sometimes too much.

Oh, dedicated, huh? One
of the best I've ever seen.

But she's tough— very tough.

Well, listen, what about her
husband? I mean, is he a deputy too?

Gage, why don't you quit fishing
and just come right out and ask?

- Is she married?
- Only to the job.

Well, how about that.

Hey, Roy, do you remember who
checked out your last supply of morphine?

Uh, we got it from you
about two days ago. Why?

Well, I checked
my inventory again.

I just hope we don't have
a job for you, Sergeant.

- What's the problem, Dix?
- Well, the inventory and our drug sheet
don't seem to match.

According to the paperwork,
I'm missing several vials.

Well, have you ever had
a theft problem before?

No. First time for morphine.

But during this last week, all sorts of
things have been turning up missing.

- Like what?
- Oh, two dozen sheets,

a bunch of instruments, several
cases of medical supplies.

I've reported it to your office.

Sounds like we've got
a problem building up.

Yeah, and it looks like we'd
better do something about it.

Use your phone, Dix? Sure.

- Hey, has anybody seen my jacket?
- It's right there on the stool where...

Better add a fireman's
jacket to that list, Sergeant.

[Siren Blaring ]

Yeah. Mornin', mornin', mornin'.

Good mornin'. How
were your days off?

Now, what you're really trying to ask
me is, did I manage to date Lady Fuzz?

- Not really. I sort of thought you'd
take my advice and forget about her.
- I didn't.

What? Didn't take my advice
or didn't get a date with her?

Both. Number one, you're
reading her all wrong.

Number two, I'm still working
on it. She turned me down.

You mean you actually
called her? Sure.

She's a great-looking girl.
Plus she's very warmhearted.

But she said no.

Yeah, well, I'm not
gonna let that disturb me.

She's worth a
little extra effort.

You know, you're
crazier than I thought.

I'll tell you somethin'.
I know women.

[ Laughs]

She's not for you.

Yeah, well, you never
know until you try, do you?

Yeah, that's what you said the
last time and the time before that...

and the time before that
and the time before that...

All right, all right. Maybe
I'm due for a little change.

[Alarm Blaring ]

[ Dispatcher] Station
51, Engine 210.

A structure fire.
1017 Lou Dillon.

1017 Lou Dillon. Cross
street Central, Time out 0840.

KMG-365.

[Sirens Blaring ]

[ Horn Honking,
Sirens Continue ]

Get the manifold lines.

Engine 210, Engine
51. Bring in a supply line.

Pop! I saw the smoke and called the
fire department. I knew you weren't home.

- He's in the house! That's his bedroom!
- Help me! Help...

- Lopez and Kelly, grab a ladder
and start ventilating.
- Help me!

And take a line
up there with you.

[Coughing ]

Let me have an ax over here!

Come on. We
haven't got much time.

Stand back. Watch the glass.

Pop! Is he— Take it easy,
ma'am. He's gonna be okay.

[ I Radio Chatter ]

Pulse is slow.

- [ Oxygen Hissing ]
- All right now. Breathe deep.

[ Oxygen Continues ] [ Coughing]

Pop? Pop, can you hear me?

What—What happened?

All right. There
was just a little fire.

Now take it easy. I want you to
breathe as deep as you possibly can.

- He seems to be breathing better.
- Oh, thank God.

Here you go. We've
got an ambulance rolling.

What happened? How did the
fire start? We're not certain yet.

One of the firemen said
he thought it might've

started in one of
the sofas downstairs.

Oh, Pop!

I've warned him so many
times about smoking.

He's just getting
too old, I guess.

- Is he your father, ma'am?
- No, he's my husband's.

Pop's been living with
us, but I suppose we're

gonna have to do
something about him now.

I hate the thought of
an old folks' place, but...

Does he have a history
of a heart problem?

No. Never.

Why? Is anything wrong?

Well, his heart rate
seems to be fairly slow.

Pulse is 30, BP. is 190 over 60.

What—Where am I?

- What's goin' on anyway?
- Oh, easy, Mr., uh...

- Williams. His name is Gus Williams.
- Mr. Williams, everything's gonna be okay.

We're gonna do a little check on your
heart right now, SO you just lie back...

and relax, and we'll
do all the work, okay?

Okay.

Blood pressure? 130 over 80.

Pulse 727 Mm-hmm.

E.K.G. looks pretty good.

You guys got any other
startling information?

Now, look, I don't care
what that thing says now.

He was thumping at 30 in the field,
and his blood pressure was 190 over 60.

Then there's just one
answer: You misread him.

Look, you guys may be okay
in the field with a respirator,

but don't start telling
me my business.

Now, wait a minute. Nobody's
telling you your business.

We give you the readings. Do what you
want with 'em, but don't say we were wrong.

Johnny— All right. The
doctor's always right.

But, now, look— Look, I do not make
the rules of diagnostic procedure...

and neither do you.

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

Now, what was that
little exchange all about?

You might call it a
breakdown in mutual trust.

Yeah, our trust, his breakdown.

Your address, Gus?

1017 Lou Dillon.

I've been living there
about three years now.

It's my son's house.

And your age? October 28, 1903.

And, you know, [— I don't
feel a bit over 50 right now.

So you're a healthy 68, huh?

Well, some days are
good, others not so good.

Well, I bet it's nice to have your
family around on those bad days, isn't it?

If I don't pester "em too much.

Sometimes things get a little
strained with my daughter-in-law.

Oh, well, I wouldn't
let that bother you.

Us gals have our
moments at times.

He wouldn't be the
source of strain between

Dr. Morton and our two
paramedics, would he?

- My, aren't we perceptive today.
- Well, just call it experience
in survival technique.

- What's the rub?
- Well, our high-ego intern...

gave our low-threshold paramedics a
hard time on their vital sign readings.

- Who was right?
- I wasn't invited into the discussion.

But you do have an opinion.

Well, in addition to being
a nurse, I’m also a woman.

So I've noticed.

And what does your
womanly intuition tell you?

Mmm, let's say it's
more of an analysis.

Dr. Morton— capable, bright,
learning the medicine business, right?

- Keep going.
- Gage, DeSoto...

Well-trained, conscientious and maybe
just a bit touchy of doubting doctors.

- I'll buy that.
- So, my opinion is that they're
all doing the best job possible.

And since the boys wouldn't
make that kind of mistake,

and Dr. Morton couldn't explain
such a drastic difference...

between what they read and what he
saw, there must be another explanation.

- Which is?
- Examination by a well-trained,
objective doctor,

who isn't hung up on ego
or down on paramedics.

- That's an explanation?
- If I know my doctors, it will be.

Dix, I almost forgot. We're
gonna need some supplies.

Hey! Come on.

Hey, aren't you— Yeah.
What do you want?

I’m—You just startled
me when you— Shht!

- You're gonna burn me. Please.
- Burn you?

I'm undercover. It's
a special assignment.

- I got it. Those hospital thefts.
- Shh!

Oh, sorry. Now, if
you'll excuse me.

Now, wait a minute. Wait
a minute. Hang on. What?

Look, uh, what I was gonna
say is, uh, maybe I can help ya.

- Why? Do you know something?
- No, but I am familiar with the hospital.

- You know, you may have a point there.
- Right.

Now, we can get together
tomorrow evening and talk about it.

I told you no to
that the other night.

Yeah, I know, I know. But this is
business. Your business, right?

- You just never give up, do you?
- Now, seriously, maybe I can come up
with a suspect or something.

Yeah. Well, if
you do, call it in.

[Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Smith to Emergency.

Dr. Smith to Emergency.

Well, I see you
know our supersleuth.

Yeah. Not well enough.
This guy thrives on rejection.

Not on your life,
pal. Not on your life.

Hiya, Doc. Hi, Doc.

Dixie? Mm-hmm?

Brackett told me we have a deputy
working on the thefts around here.

- Yes, that's right, Joe.
- Well, whoever it is,
you better get in touch with him.

Someone just stole a $5,000
echoencephalograph from Radiology.

Nothing at all, huh?

Dr. Brackett, I'm employing
every surveillance...

and investigative
technique in the book.

It just takes time. Do
you have any leads?

Nothing specific, except that it's
got to be an employee, of course.

[Dixie ] Why do you say
that? Investigative elimination.

Who else could walk off with that
equipment without being noticed?

The thing that makes it tough
though is this guy's a compulsive.

- Oh? How do you know that?
- No specific motive.

He seems to be taking anything and
everything. Almost like a kleptomaniac.

Mmm. I see what you mean.
Is there anything we can do?

You just do your
doctor business.

I'll take care of
the police work.

But let me know if
you see anything.

Well, Doctor, you
have your instructions.

Quite a young
lady there. I'll say.

Hi, Dix.

Have I ever got one for you.

Would you believe— Cushing's
syndrome? The patient just came in.

Who's on it? Dr. Alexander.

He can handle it.

Suppose you and I have a
little talk about Gus Williams.

Smoke inhalation?

Dr. Brackett, do you realize that a doctor
can be in private practice for years...

and never see a case
of Cushing's syndrome?

Your enthusiasm
overwhelms me, Doctor.

I just wish you'd show as much
interest in the routine cases around here.

What do you mean? Gus Williams.

The smoke inhalation
case, as you call it.

What about him? Suppose I asked
that question— What about him?

What kind of a workup
did you do? The usual...

Physical exam, chest %-ray,
EKG., complete blood workup.

It's a simple case of smoke
inhalation. Did you talk with his family?

Any additional history?
It wasn't indicated.

However, I did speak with them.
He's an old man who's becoming senile.

Senile? Did they say it
was chronic or occasional?

I- didn't inquire that far.

According to the chart, the paramedics read
a pretty slow heartbeat out in the field.

- Yes. They were mistaken.
- Were they?

Or is it possible that in
your hurry to see a rare

case of Cushing's, you
rushed through your EKG.?

You could have at least
questioned the reading.

The E.K.G. shows a left axis deviation
and a right bundle branch block.

Right? Yes.

Well, to continue your
training, Doctor, that

could be the start of a
complete heart block.

Then the paramedics
did read a slow heart rate.

And it should've jumped
at you like a rattlesnake.

I thought they were wrong. In my
examination, he appeared normal.

I'd guess that normality
comes and goes.

Which would indicate
what to you, Doctor?

Occasional heart block,
reduced blood flow to the brain,

resulting in periods
of confusion.

Senility, as his family puts it.

- Makes sense.
- Well, I'm glad you agree, Doctor.

Now, should we see your rare case
of Cushing's or Gus Williams's family?

Well, right now, Gus Williams
needs our services a little more.

You just might
make it yet, Doctor.

One day.

So, after the fire, I
talked it over with Bill,

and we've decided to
place Pop in a rest home.

It's not that we want to.
We have to think of the

kids. They could've been
home when that fire started.

- Are you sure it was your father's fault?
- We're not placing any blame.

But the investigator found a pipe.
Pop's the only one who smokes a pipe.

I'm sure he wouldn't even remember.
Lately, he forgets everything.

We Jove him. We really do.

But sometimes he can't even
feed himself without making a mess.

And then he doesn't even
remember what he did.

The heart problem I
told you we suspect...

What if I said those periods of
falling out could be corrected?

Would you reconsider
the rest home? [Sighs]

- Can they be corrected, Doctor?
- There's no guarantees, Mr. Williams.

But it's very possible
that it's related to his heart.

- And if it isn't?
- Then there's nothing lost.

Regardless of senility, Gus's
EKGs show every indication

that total heart block
could occur at any time.

- A heart block?
- Here, I'll show you what I mean.

The heart is really
no more than a pump.

And to do its work, the heart
muscles uses electrical impulses...

produced by a special center
here called the natural pacemaker.

From this center, the impulses travel
down a certain path along the muscle walls,

causing the heart to
contract and to pump blood.

Now, in Gus's case, there's been a
partial block somewhere along here,

which causes his heart
to slow down occasionally.

Meaning that the electrical impulses
can't travel along the way they should.

Now, eventually— anytime, in fact—
He could suffer total heart block.

And there's something that
can be done to prevent that?

Well, the answer is to take over the
function of the natural pacemaker...

with an artificial pacemaker.

It's a small unit like this that uses
batteries to produce the impulses.

- The impulses flow through tiny wires
that are placed into the heart.
- How good are they?

They work, very successfully.
And Pop's senility?

It's only a maybe,
but in my opinion...

[Woman on P.A. ] Any doctor, any doctor.
A code blue in the west wing, Room 209.

Any doctor. A code blue.
That's Pop's room. What is it?

His heart. He's arrested.

All right, Sharon. He's
gone from 32 to 10.

Start bagging him.

Got it. Get an
inhalation therapist.

- Dix, two amps sodium bicarb.
- Hold it, Kel. Ventricular standstill.

[ Sustained Beep ]

I'll take over, Kel.

[ Beep Continues ]

[ Rhythmic Beep ]

We've got him going. About 20.

Dix, add two milligrams
isoproterenol to the I.V.

Mike, adjust the
drip as I tell you.

All right. Hold it, Joe.

Open it.

We've got a rate of 35.

Forty-five.

Easy.

Sixty.

Seventy. Hold it. Perfect.

- He's breathing on his own now.
- Whew!

[Sighs] Phase one.

The isoproterenol
is holding him stable.

Set up the cath lab. We'll
put in a temporary pacemaker.

- We'll stay with him all the way, Kel.
- All right, Joe.

Doctor?

There's only one choice
now— The artificial pacemaker.

It's the only thing
that'll keep him alive.

[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]

Hey, Roy, have you seen... Boot!

Where did he come from? He
wandered in here a few minutes ago.

I guess he got tired of being a
mascot for the snorkel company.

[ Chuckles ] It's really
great having him back.

He must like us.
Hey, welcome back...

[Growling ]

[ Laughs] He hasn't
changed one bit, has he?

Listen, you dumb dog. If
you've come back here to...

[Groans ] [Alarm Blaring ]

[ Dispatcher] Squad 51.
An explosion in the park.

570 Hecate Street.
570 Hecate Street.

Cross street South MacDonald,
Time out 1640. KMG-365.

[Siren Blaring ]

[ Siren Continues ]

Over here. It's my Grandpa.

Looks like he's walked
through a plate glass window.

Did he? No. His rocket
blew up on the pad.

He was too close. We were trying
a fuel for the meet next weekend.

A big fireball cut
him pretty bad.

Okay. He didn't want a
fuss, but my mother insisted.

All right. Hold still.
Let's have a look here.

What's that thing made of?

That thing is constructed of...

[Groans ] Ouch!
That hurts. sorry.

It's constructed of a special
lightweight aluminum sheeting...

that's stretched over
balsa and spruce.

Yeah, exactly. You've got
bits of all three in you right now.

Just hold still, please. It can
climb to 1,000 feet on a calm day.

Thank goodness it's not nearly
so bad now that it's washed off.

I'm Paul's grandmother, and
George here is my husband.

- Any need for stitches?
- I don't know.

He's got a pretty deep
cut here on his right arm.

I’m gonna have to clean
it off before I can tell.

Paul, you know, that
sulfur just isn't gonna work.

We're gonna have to
buy our fuel from now on.

Solid fuel won't get us
over 800 feet, Grandpa.

Solid fuel might keep
you out of the hospital.

And as far as I'm concerned,
you've both had your last chance.

- I'm telling your father.
- Hey, Grandma, he'll ground us both.

Heather, don't behave
like an old woman.

Don't you behave
like a teenager.

Now, what do you think, Paul?
You think we can save the gantry?

- It's a wipeout. She really blew.
- Okay.

Yeah, that'll heal by itself.

- Yeah. Let's wrap him up.
- [ Car Door Closes ]

- [Grandma ] Now you're in for it.
- Not necessarily, ma'am.

So long as they were
obeying county regulations.

You see, the main thing is to keep
a proper distance from the pad...

and being old enough
to run the launch.

Looks like you were in
command. What happened?

Uhh... A f— A
fuel leak, I think.

We had the start of ignition.
Then we had a malfunction.

Then I waited the proper interval,
and then I went out to see...

Looked like a supernova. Boom!

- Are you going to transport?
- No, he'll be all right.

Although he'd better stick to
paper-covered rockets from now on.

Then that way, if the engine goes off
again, all you'll get hit with is confetti.

You better keep your arm covered
there until danger of infection passes.

You might also check with your
family doctor, just to be on the safe side.

Thanks. I will.

Paul, what do you think if we
put a little more zinc in the mixture?

[Paul] Hey, that might work.
Maybe just a little bit less sulfur.

The two of you practicin'
yoga or something?

I’m just trying to figure out...

why this dog doesn't like me.

You know, I've always told
you you were too sensitive.

What makes you think that
the dog doesn't like you?

I can tell. And I’m not
either too sensitive.

I mean, I could care less
whether this dog likes me or not.

I just wanna know why.

Nothing but curiosity,
right? That's right.

I mean, this dog has a
right to feel anyway he wants.

But what gets me is how
he can like Kelly and not me.

After all, I was—
Well, you know, uh,

he may have a point.

[ Monitor Beeping ]

Temporary demand
pacemaker. Check.

Number six catheter
electrode. Check.

Let's get started.

[ Monitor Continues Beeping ]

Okay.

Lights.

Right atrium.

Gotta get it to the apex.

Set the pacemaker
for 60 beats per minute.

- Sixty.
- Ten M.A.

- And ten.
- Demand mode.

Stand by.

All right. Hook it up.

- Okay.
- Turn it on.

[ Monitor Beeping Faster]

- It's working.
- Shut off the isoproterenol.

Where am I? How
do you feel, Pop?

Well, right now,
1— I feel real perky.

What's going on here anyway?

You're getting anew
lease on life, Pop.

Hmm. Hmm.

[Woman on P.A. ] Dr. Allen, 63.

Dr. Allen, 63.

Personnel. Yeah,
this is Miss McCall.

When did we last
hire anew orderly?

Thank you.

Roy, have you seen Shelia?

Yeah, she went into the coffee
shop about five minutes ago.

Oh, Dix, we'd— we'd— [
Woman On PA., Indistinct ]

I think I have your answer. I
saw a new orderly on the floor.

We haven't hired one for two
weeks. How long ago and where?

By the cath lab. There's a good chance
he took the backstairs to the garage.

Listen, do me a favor, will
you? Call Sergeant McNamara...

He's in the administrator's office—
And tell him to meet me there. Right.

You offered to help? Hi!

Yeah. All right. Come on.

There.

Deputy sheriff.
You're under arrest.

Lady cop? No
lady takin' me in...

Freeze, mister!

Put your hands up on the
hood, your legs spread apart.

Back farther.

Here, take it. Take it.

Get the cuffs out
of my pocket. You!

Excuse me.

- I don't believe it.
- I don't either. I-Oh, boy.

You have the right to remain silent. If
you give up the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to
speak with an attorney and

to have the attorney
present during questioning.

If you so desire and cannot
afford one, an attorney will

be appointed for you without
charge before questioning.

Hi.

Well, if it isn't the lover.

I kinda think that's all over.

Oh? I thought after the big arrest,
she was the one who asked you out.

She did. And we did. But it
wasn't quite like I figured it.

No? What happened?

Well, Johnny here got into a little
disagreement with the lady deputy.

- She worked you over.
- Oh, come on.

The way [ read it, she just can't
separate pleasure from duty.

[Gage] Will you let me tell it?

Now, the trouble with her is she
can't separate pleasure from duty.

- I like my version better.
- Like how, exactly?

Well, I took her to, uh,
a fancy restaurant, right?

You know, the candlelight and the
wine and the music and everything.

And just about the time
she's starting to come around,

some jerk snatched a purse
from the booth right next to us.

And he split, and she charged
out after him like the light brigade.

Well, she wound up with her
suspect, but I wound up with a $30 tab.

- Yeah, some date, all right.
- Well, it sounds positively thrilling.

Oh, that wasn't the
best part. The best part

was spending two hours
in the police station...

while she filled out
her police report.

- Do you have anything at all
for a sore shoulder?
- Probably. What's wrong with it?

Nothin' I wanna talk about.

Tryin” to cash in on your
$30 investment, huh?

Oh, hush! [Alarm
Beeping On Radio ]

[ Dispatcher On Radio]
Squad 51, Engine 51.

Rescue at drilling platform.
Meet the sheriff's unit.

Scenic Drive and Ocean. Scenic
Drive and Ocean. Time out 1040.

Squad 51 responding
from Rampart Emergency.

Come on, Romeo.

[Siren Blaring ]

[ Horn Honking, Siren Blaring ]

[ Sirens Continue]

We got a suspect
pinned up there.

- I see it, but I don't believe it.
- Our chopper spotted two of 'em
trying to steal that boat.

Well, we'll give it a try. Lopez and
Kelly, we need ropes and a life belt.

I'll take the kit.

Oh, that door is chain-locked.
We had to climb over.

Uh, bolt cutters too!

[ Alarm Blaring On Radio [

[ Dispatcher] Engine
9, Squad 9, Squad 209.

Traffic accident— [ Continues
Indistinct ] [ Ship Horn Blaring ]

- How'd he get pinned up there?
- That's where he was
when the chopper spotted them.

The guy running the crane
split when he saw the chopper.

From what the pilot tells
me, the other guy jumped out,

and the crane kept on going
until it ran into that drilling tower.

That was a hard
one, wasn't it? Chet.

I'll tell you. I can think of a
dozen better ways to steal a boat.

Help me get out of here. My leg!

Look, take it easy.
We'll be right there.

- Anybody know how to operate this crane?
- It's been a few years,
but I ran one like it in the army.

I figure if we can get his leg
unjammed up there, we can

use this crane boom to lower
him down to the helicopter pad.

It's worth a try. All
right. I'll take the tower.

I'll take this boom.

LA, Engine 51. We
have a man pinned.

I can't move. It
hurts like crazy.

[ Distant Radio Chatter]

There's no way we can force
this away so we can free your leg.

- What are you gonna do?
- We're gonna try to swing this boom out.

Now, can you not hang on to
this, and hang on to this beam here?

Okay.
- I'll try.

Let me get this belt around you.

[ Muttering ]

- You find a way of getting that leg loose?
- No. It's jammed in there too tight.

- [DeSoto ] Huh.
- [ Engine Grinding ]

Oh, Kelly will be ready down
there at the bottom when we are.

What are you doing
up here anyway?

Don't you advise
me of my rights first?

No, there's no need. I’m not a cop.
I’m just asking out of pure interest.

Doesn't make any difference
now, I guess. Looks like I’m had.

- Yeah, I'd say so.
- You are gonna get me outta here?

- Sure. That's our job.
- We were trying to rip off that boat.

Seen it sitting on the deck here ever
since this rig floated in here a month ago.

Figured we'd use this
crane to put it in the water.

- Still doesn't tell me what
you're doing here though.
- The cable stopped moving.

I figured it'd jumped the pulley,
so I climbed up to check it out.

- That's when the chopper showed up.
- And your partner panicked.

Yeah. I knew I shouldn't
have tried it with that nut.

- [ Engine Grinding ]
- Are you set?

[ Engine Starts ]
They had it hot-wired.

Ready?

The control cranes are
jammed. It's not gonna move.

The chopper pilot said it
smacked the tower pretty hard.

Yeah, well, it looks like the gearbox
is shot, Cap. Yeah, sure does.

The crane's not working! We're
gonna have to try something else!

Great. I ain't too
comfortable, you know.

You take it easy. We'll
get you down okay.

Hey, Kelly, you think
it'd do any good if we

move the whole rig
maybe three feet this way?

Yeah, but they're gonna be hanging
on that crane, and it is not going to move.

Marco, raise the block
and tackle up to them

and go up there and
help them secure it.

[Groaning ]

Okay, hang on. We're gonna
try and swing the whole rig.

All right. You got him.

Good.

When you get that line secured, he
should be ready to be lowered. All right.

Now what are you gonna do? We're
gonna send you down below on that line.

Can you move that leg? No. It's
probably broken. It hurts like crazy.

I'll tie this thing
up here. All right.

- You're gonna swing me down
on that line, huh?
- [DeSoto ] Yeah, I don't think with that leg...

you're gonna be able
to climb down, do you?

No. Probably not.
Just be careful.

[Siren Blaring ]

All right. We're gonna
lower you down with this line.

You're gonna have to help fend off yourself
on that tower on the way down, all right?

All right. Take up the slack.

[Groaning ]

[Stanley] Don't
swing him into the rig.

Careful,

All right. Okay, we got him now.

Okay. You got it? Easy.

Keep that down.

Get some slack on that rope.

All right. Let's get him into the stokes
and get him outta here as fast as we can.

Wait a minute. I really appreciate
what you guys did for me. Thanks.

Sure. Like I told you,
it's part of our job.

I don't think you'll
be going anywhere.

All right.

You know, he's lucky
Sheila didn't get a hold of him.