Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 18 - Men - full transcript
Candyman returns to work--and his old habits. Doc goes to extremes to save his dying father. Doherty promises an injured factoryworker that his legs will not be amputated.
Previously on Third Watch:
I can leave knowing
you'll look after yourself...
- take medicine...
- When I feel like it.
What? CANDYMAN: Here you go.
It's money.
Don't hurt my feelings
by counting it now.
- Is this payoff? Here.
- You're joking, right?
No.
There need to be changes.
I can't live with a drunk.
Candy, stay down!
Tonight on Third Watch:
Looks like your
father's having an MI.
- You having chest pains?
- This is my time to go.
No, it's not. Okay?
- Charlie.
- Come over after work. We'll catch up.
You been married so long...
you don't even know when
somebody's coming on to you.
Word is you gonna
support that pimp with IAB.
- You take the money?
- If I said no, you wouldn't believe me.
Charlie, spinning on the
bed makes you get sick.
- I don't feel good.
- I know that you don't.
Hold him.
Ugh. Come on. Let's
get you cleaned up.
Fred?
I gotta bathe Charlie and
take a shower for work.
All right, all right.
- Yogi's all yucky.
- Okay. We'll give him a bath too.
He'll drown!
You know what? How about
we give Yogi a bath in the sink?
- How about that?
- Okay.
Okay. And let's
get you into the tub.
Come on, Fred. I
gotta use the bathroom.
I'd give it a few minutes.
You could have at
least opened a window.
Aren't you supposed to wear
an eye guard for racquetball?
- Yeah.
- But you didn't because it was a girl?
She plays five days a week.
- That bad?
- Just put the Band-Aid on.
Okay. Take it easy.
Still gonna play basketball?
This won't stop me
from kicking cop ass.
- Bring Treva along as a ringer.
- Adam-553, respond.
Worker trapped in machine
at Durst, 144th and King.
Boy-553, responding. Bet
she has a great jump shot.
Oh, my God. You're
such a weirdo.
Those boys in blue will bring
back that Camelot Cup tonight.
Don't be too cocky. They
beat us last year 60-45.
But that was without our secret
weapon, 6'4" Tyrone Davis!
I'm not that good.
Elbows will fly with
Davis and me playing.
- We'll kick ass.
- Look who's here!
It's Candyman!
- How are you doing?
- Candyman's in the house. Mr. Sweets.
How you doing?
Leg's almost like new. It's a
bitch full disability didn't work out.
Camelot Cup's tonight.
You up to playing?
- Bosco has Smitty in your spot.
- The hell you say!
- It's yours if you're ready.
- You damn straight.
What I lost in speed for the fast
break, I gained in bulk for the pick!
- Bring on the Bucket Boys!
- Settle down. Roll-call time.
- I'm glad you're doing okay.
- Better than okay, junior.
I got titanium pins and a
Silastic graft. I'm bionic, baby.
Got the irons.
He was inside the mixer scaling
the blades, when it turned on.
- Got it, cap.
- Go.
- What do we got?
- Guy stuck in a machine.
This way! You hurt?
No, it's Danny's blood.
Automatic timer malfunctioned.
It turned on while he was inside.
- Is the machine off now?
- Yeah.
I'll need the power
cut to all the machines.
- His name's Danny Rojo.
- Anything toxic we gotta worry about?
No.
My legs!
Jimmy, put these on.
- BP cuff.
- Can you pull him out?
We gotta stick air bags
under these blades.
- Secure his legs.
- Can we dismantle the gears?
- No. They're fixed.
- Give me a hammer.
Pressure's 90/60.
Pulse down to 121.
- We gotta stop the bleeding.
- It hurts. Give me something.
- We can't. Blood pressure's too low.
- Get me out!
- How long to dismantle it?
- Never done it. Hours.
- We got that long?
- No.
Bleeding won't stop.
- It's stuck.
He's bleeding out.
Chief, call the EMS surgeon. We
might have to amputate his legs.
- No!
- It's okay.
Listen to me. It's
not gonna happen.
Somebody get the air bags!
Man, these babies are great!
I look at one, I gain five pounds.
What, do you got a tapeworm?
Just high metabolism. Nicole
has my immune system revved.
- Your immune system?
- The Camelot Cup's coming home!
It's just a dented old trophy.
You got something in your hair.
Oh, damn. Damn it! It's puke!
Charlie threw up this
morning. I cleaned it up.
No help from Fred. I
shower and start to leave...
surprise! Vesuvius erupts again.
- Ew.
- I can't wait to have kids.
My life has come to this!
I can walk around and
nobody notices puke in my hair!
All right, it's
loose. Let's lift it.
Let's chock these gears.
I'll try to spread the
gears, get more leverage.
- Don't let them cut off my legs.
- I'll get you out.
I got two sons, a wife.
I've gotta work, please.
We won't let that happen.
- How is he?
- Pressure's better with the saline.
He's vasoconstricting.
His BP won't hold.
Come on!
It won't budge.
- We gotta cut it apart.
- The surgeon's coming.
We want him in one piece.
Fire's in charge of extrication.
Once he's out, he's
yours. He wants his leg!
- Of course he does.
- It's his choice.
- He'll die!
- He may prefer to.
When the surgeon comes, we'll
see. He's not here yet. Get to work.
Go get the cutters
and the hydraulic ram.
We need more cribbing in here.
- Where are we going?
- Nicole set some clothes aside for me.
- What, is she dressing you now?
- Hey! Freebies.
You better watch it.
Charm school will be next.
Whoa.
- She works here?
- She owns the joint.
- After you.
- Thanks.
- I'll wait outside.
- What?
- I'll wait outside.
- No, you won't.
Trust me. Check it out.
There you are.
Mm.
- Oh, you've got your armor on.
- Mm-hm.
- Faith, right?
- Right.
- This is my policeman.
- Hi.
How you doing? - Hello.
- Do you want cappuccinos?
- Cappuccinos would be great.
Can we get some
cappuccinos? Thank you.
This is the stuff from the trunk
show. Just take whatever you like.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Faith, why don't you
pick something out too?
- Oh, no. Thank you.
- Live a little.
I'm living fine, Bos.
- What are you, a 6?
- I'm a 8.
Me too. YOKAS: Um...
I have no use for a cocktail
dress. But I appreciate the thought.
I'm okay on the wardrobe front.
So how about this then?
That's nice.
- I've been practicing my threes.
- We can use a scorer from downtown.
I cannot wait to
light Boscorelli up.
- Roy Rogers our guy?
- Probably. You called for us?
- Yes, sir. CARLOS:
What's the problem, partner?
I tied one on last night. Now I
got a headache I can't shake.
- There's a screwdriver in your head.
- Yes, sir, I noticed.
- When did it happen?
- Beats me. I woke up with it.
- Don't move your head.
- I can turn it and nothing happens.
- No, no!
- See?
I just thought I'd
best call you boys.
We'll win with you playing.
Fire's won it three years in a row.
- I'm not that good.
- I've seen you play.
- When?
- When your dad coached.
- I was 12.
- Raw talent doesn't go away.
There he is. I thought
Red was in jail. Call it in.
South corner of Adam and 129.
- Hold it!
- I ain't finished with you!
I'll circle around 129!
- Grab him, Bos!
55-David in foot pursuit.
Heading south on Adam, 129, 130.
55-Charlie. We need a
bus on Arthur, 129 to 130.
Ah, damn!
- You see where he went?
- Who is it?
Red, beating his girl.
Go that way, I'll go right.
- All right.
- Head back down the alley.
All right.
55, code 3.
I got the suspect in a
courtyard at 129 and Hill.
Hey, hold it.
Get his arms down.
Man, you're breaking my arm.
Ah!
- You all right, Yokas?
- Yeah, terrific. Candy?
Son of a bitch slugged my nose.
Damn! Man! First day back.
- He lifted my roll.
- Shut up!
I had two Cs in my pocket he took.
- When, huh?
Rolling on the ground or when
you gave me a bloody nose?
- Who'll take him in?
- I got him.
- Our RMP's outside.
- All right.
Check his pockets. He
took my money, man.
- What about the money?
- What money?
- We just...
- Davis, what money?
Sully...
Davis, let's go.
Whoa.
Only complaint's a
headache. Vitals stable.
Completely normal neuro
exam. His name's Chet.
- How long's that screwdriver?
- I can't say. I can twist it.
No, no, no!
Get him to the trauma bay.
- There's a Darwin Award candidate.
- A what?
Darwinism in action.
A way to thin the herd.
- Oh, right. He's got my vote.
- Adam-553, this is Central.
Go ahead, Central.
Edward-553 requests assistance
at 123 West Gerard, unit 4A.
- Damn!
- What?
That's my dad's place.
- My husband's been in an accident.
- This way.
- How is he? What happened?
- He's trapped in a machine.
- Is he okay?
- Just come with me, ma'am.
Oh, my God! Danny!
- BP is 70 palp. Pulse is 132.
- What's wrong? Why isn't he talking?
- We need room.
- He's my husband.
I know, but we
need you to back up.
- Where's the surgeon?
- He's en route.
- We're out of time.
- Now the torque's off the camshaft...
- you could go under the vat.
- We'll try.
But it might ratchet back.
- Then what?
It'd crush whoever's inside.
- We got cribbing and air bags.
- Enough to hold it?
- We lift cars with it. Let's try.
- Anything shifts, exit.
Where's that hydro ram?
- What's wrong?
- Your father's having an MI.
- Take him to the hospital.
- He refuses.
Check his meds in the bathroom.
You need this. You having chest pains?
- I didn't want him sent for.
- Tough. I'm here.
I don't want this.
Me and your mama...
we slept in this bed 51 years.
And that's where I want to die.
You're not dying today.
You're going to the hospital.
- His pulse is 40.
- Bottles are full.
Pills. I didn't take no pills.
This is my time to go.
No, it's not, okay? You're
going into heart failure.
We'll give you oxygen and
something to turn it around.
You'll breathe easier soon.
- Where's the IV?
- He pulled it out.
Dad, listen to me. Dad?
Dad. Dad?
- Dr. Knox. Where are we?
- BP's 50 palp, pulse 144.
Legs trapped. Blood
loss at least 1500cc.
- How much longer?
- Twenty minutes.
We gotta get him out of
there now. Is that the wife?
- Yeah.
- Get her consent and get her out.
- How long to amputate?
- Ten minutes.
- Five minutes.
- I have to set up.
If he's not out by
that time, I start.
All right, the Hurst ram.
Cutters!
Come on! Move it!
- Ready.
- Almost there.
Jimmy. BOBBY: What's going on?
- Let me handle it.
- Out of time. Let's go!
He's free! Haul him out!
All right. Clear
his leg. Hang on.
- Watch his neck.
- Slide the board in.
Clear. KIM: Got it.
- What's the pulse?
- The pressure's off.
- I'll do compressions.
- Is he dying?
- I'll set up a lead.
- Idioventricular at 36.
- It's okay. It's all right.
- One, two, three...
Push an epi. Squeeze that bag.
Let's get an EKG, a chest, and a
cardiac panel. Hold off on the vent.
- How's he doing?
- Looks like an MI.
He's in pulmonary
edema, BP's down.
- Why didn't you put him on a vent?
- I wanted to discuss it with you first.
Okay, do it.
Have you discussed whether he
wants extraordinary measures taken?
No.
- What? Has he?
- Do everything to keep him alive.
There's no living will
or advance directive?
No.
He may never come off the vent.
He's got inoperable coronary
disease, chronic renal failure, diabetes...
And an acute MI with
treatable pulmonary edema.
- I'm making sure it's the right...
- Just do it! All right?
Just do it.
Get a vent. Call ICU for a bed.
Hang a dopamine drip
and set me up for an art line.
- What do you think?
- About what?
About that pimp saying
Candy took his money.
Red pushes $10
blow and moves on.
He's never had $200
in his pocket in his life.
- Just muddying up the bust.
- So we shouldn't check?
- And frisk Candy right there?
- What if he files a complaint?
- He will. Sure as God made green apples.
- What do I say if I'm asked about him?
- What do I say?
- Stick to the story.
- What do you mean? Lie?
- Did you see anything?
- No, but...
- If you can't swear to it in court...
give your fellow officer
the benefit of the doubt.
Let Red take it up with IAB.
- And if they ask about Candy's past?
- They won't.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
His pressure's staying up good.
Yeah, they added a
norepinephrine drip.
- You think I'm doing the wrong thing.
- He's not my father.
I can't just give up on him.
Then don't.
Mr. Parker?
I'm Dr. Piskell. I'll be
your dad's intensivist.
With his other
medical problems...
he's not a candidate
for a TP or angioplasty.
We can only keep him on a vent
and treat complications as they arise.
- How long will he be on it?
- Hard to say.
- Take a break while we get him settled.
- Okay. Thanks.
The hospital needs a new insurance
card. His old one has expired.
I'm sure he has one
in his wallet at home.
- Let's go.
- You need reassignment.
Yeah, when we get back.
Come on, it'll take 20 minutes.
Okay.
I'll get the drivers. You
get the passengers.
Hello, fellas. What do you
got for me? What happened?
That's it?
- Sir, are you hurt?
- No.
The taxi stopped short.
We barely bumped it.
Can I see your license to
get information for the report?
Faith?
Charlie!
- Hi.
- God!
- What's it been, 12 years?
- Thirteen. I graduated in '87.
Then you left for Europe,
never to be heard from again.
I know. I'm sorry I never
called you when I got back.
Water under the bridge.
So, what are you up to?
I'm in digital communications.
In town for some meetings.
How about you?
Yokas? You married Fred?
- Yeah. We have two kids.
- Wow, good for you.
Bosco, this is Charlie. We
went to high school together...
- and to junior prom.
- Charles Green.
Maurice Boscorelli.
How you doing?
- So you have a family?
- Divorced.
- Sorry.
- You wouldn't be if you met her.
- You get his information?
- Yeah, I should really get back to it.
- Good to see you.
- Listen, I'm at the Chase.
Come over after
work. We'll catch up.
- I don't get off until 11.
- That's fine. I'm on Palo Alto time.
I never hugged anyone
in a bulletproof vest before.
That's your loss.
So come by later.
It'll be fun catching up.
Yeah, well, I'll see.
- Okay, bye.
- All right, see you.
- Wear the vest, but bring the cuffs.
- What are you talking about?
- He wants to catch up, all right.
- Bosco, not everything is about sex.
You been married so long...
you don't even know when
somebody's coming on to you.
- I never sat at his desk before.
- He's a little behind on his mail.
What does that mean?
Oh.
"Don't let the bastards get you down."
That's when he retired from teaching.
- What did he teach?
- Eighth-grade science.
When was this taken?
Right before he went off to
Korea. He was gone for a year.
You know, I don't...
I don't know why I feel like I
never really got to know him.
You know, he was a good father.
Kept me safe, taught
me how to be a man.
Then once I became an adult...
you know, it never seemed
like we quite got in sync.
I asked him why a few years ago.
All he said was, "I'm your
father, not your friend."
Is that Bosco?
- Yep.
- What the hell does he want?
What?
I got some info for us.
Ready for this?
Red filed a complaint.
IAB's gonna interview him.
He resisted. We
subdued him. Case closed.
Should've checked Candy.
- We all know Candy's dirty.
- Did you seem him take it?
When you do your job
right, there's complaints.
That's a load of crap. So
Candy gets a free pass?
You planning on
saying this to IAB?
All you saw was a pimp beating
a whore, then resisting arrest.
- Remember Sgt. Stevens, Sully?
- Kenny Stevens.
He used to write up
everybody for nothing.
He was out alone one
night, getting beat up.
Nobody heard his 1013.
When he left the hospital,
he said, "Point taken."
- Are you threatening me?
- No, Davis. I'm educating you.
Straighten him out, Sully.
Look at that. - Whoa.
Great legs.
- They can't even cross without kissing!
- Probably married to other people.
- What? Marriage is the death of sex.
- How would you know that?
That's what you tell me.
Fred and I are comfortable. We
love our kids, we're okay financially.
We're healthy. I'm being
selfish wanting romance too.
Want romance? Meet
the guy from high school.
What do you know about it?
Foreplay to you is a dark place to park.
Without mystery and romance,
the heart becomes stone.
Quoting Shakespeare now?
Penthouse. And it's true. It's
what keeps the blood pumping.
Hi.
- Buy you a drink?
- No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- How's your dad?
- About the same.
- Where's Nieto?
- He went back to get reassigned.
Dad rode that...
subway to work and back
every day for 32 years.
Mm.
Sat down for dinner
at 6 every night.
Took the same vacation every
year at The Inkwell on the island.
- Same apartment since I was born.
- Wow! Thirty-seven years?
I always felt he should
have wanted more for himself.
I thought he settled. I wanted
my life to be more than his.
Don't all sons feel that?
Maybe. But now I
realize how much he had.
You know, a 51-year
marriage. Fifty-one years.
Family, friends, children...
I'll be lucky if I have
half as much as him.
I'm sure he feels lucky
to have a son like you.
- No. He never said that.
- Well, did you ever ask him?
I gotta go. If you need
me, you page me, okay?
Yeah.
- Will Red be safe in lockup?
- Would you stop? It was $200.
Beatings are for
a grand or more.
What about the guy
beat up at the 96?
Candy deserves the
same rights as a skell.
If it was two perps, we
would've checked the pockets.
But it was a pimp with
a rap sheet a mile long...
and a cop with 23 years.
I won't look away the next time
he commits a crime in front of me.
Speak of the devil.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Candy.
Can I have a word
with him alone?
- You don't have to ask him.
- Come here.
- I'll be right back.
- All right.
What's up?
- You gonna support this pimp with IAB?
- I won't say I saw something. I didn't.
But I will say no one did
anything about his accusation.
- You want to do a cavity search?
- You take the money?
You wouldn't
believe me if I said no.
Know why you never see
dealers working my street?
Afraid of getting rolled?
I arrest them and they're out
before I finish my paperwork.
So I give them a beating
and whatever falls out is mine.
Almost evens out the
fact I net 32,500 a year...
I drive a 10-year-old Ford and
have two kids in a one-bedroom.
Is that how you
justify being a thief?
How far you gonna go to
prove you're not your dad?
This has nothing to do with that.
Did you take that money or not?
- When? The bastard was wrestling me.
- Did you?
- None of your business.
- I don't see things that way.
- Talk to me in a few years.
- I'm never gonna be like you.
Give it time,
junior. Give it time!
- Is something wrong?
- No. They're putting in a Foley.
- Want something from the cafeteria?
- No thanks. You don't have to stay.
- I wanna keep you company.
- Get some sleep.
- I don't mind.
- Look, I'm fine. Really. Okay?
I'll catch up with
you in the morning.
Okay. Good night.
Good night.
I don't want to go home. Why
are you pushing me away?
- I'm not. My father's dying.
- That's why I want to be with you.
- Now's not the time for this.
- Why? This is when you need somebody.
- I want to be here for you.
- You can say that.
But it's not your choice.
People don't wake up
saying, "I'm gonna die today"...
and then a bullet finds
them or an aneurysm blows...
or they're hit by a
bus and they gone.
- You can't worry about that.
- Well, I can't help it.
One minute Debra was
there. The next, she was dead.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid his pulse ox is
falling, even with 100 percent O2.
I can put in an intra-aortic balloon
or a ventricular-assist device.
Is he stable enough for surgery?
His chances of making it
off the table aren't very good.
Well, can I have a few
minutes to think about it?
I'll be at the nurses' station.
Thank you.
I can't do it.
I can't let him go. I
know I should, but I can't.
I had so many
questions to ask him.
There's so many
things I don't know.
Hell, I want to ask him
what I should do now.
There's a day that
stands out for me...
probably because it's
the closest we ever got.
Fourth of July at the lake...
the summer before last.
My mother was still alive,
Debra was there, and my dad.
It was a great day.
He's all I have left.
You'll have new days
when you'll feel that again.
It'll just take a little
courage and some faith.
Where am I gonna find that?
I was hoping you
would find that with me.
Thank you.
How do I do this?
Just ask yourself
what's best for him.
- I won't wake you up.
- Boscorelli for three!
- I'll take my shoes off.
- It's good!
Good night.
I clomp too loudly for Fred.
I'm so hot tonight,
I'm amazing myself.
- IAB still with the perp?
- Just went in. Where's Davis?
Right there. DAVIS: Hey.
Hi.
- What happens now?
- IAB will take his complaint...
then get our statements
in a few weeks.
- Hey, Sully.
- Mike, how you doing? That was quick.
- Well, the guy dropped the complaint.
- Why is that?
- I'm not even supposed to tell you that.
- Gonna have to turn over more rocks?
I'm just doing my job, guy.
You got something to say?
No. Nothing.
- Take it easy.
- Yeah, take it easy.
Hey.
Leather pants? Nice outfit.
I don't know if it's me. Friend
of Bosco's gave it to me.
- No, you'll look great in it.
- Thanks, Davis.
- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.
I shoot somebody and
everyone says that it's justified...
but I feel like crap.
Now I'm trying to get a bad
cop off the street and I'm wrong.
I say know your job, do your
job. I see things I don't like, sure.
- But I won't risk my kids' future over it.
- And the law?
The courts and the streets differ.
Mix in human nature, things get muddy.
- I don't know.
- Have a good game tonight.
- You're not coming?
- Maybe later.
All right. Have a good night.
- Can I help you?
- Yeah, hi.
A friend's here, Charles Green.
Could you let him know
Faith Yokas is here to see him?
- House phone's over there. Dial zero.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Operator.
- May I have Charles Green's room?
One moment.
Hello?
Hello?
Oh, great. Now I see
why we always win, baby.
No trash talk till
we've seen you.
- Carlos for two!
- Bosco! What's happening?
Got something to show you.
See this? The Camelot
Cup. It's staying with FDNY.
We'll be drinking
champagne out of it tonight.
Practice that outside shot.
I won't let you in the paint.
- Bring any money to back it up?
- I brought my game, little fella.
- Let me see it.
- You can't handle my game.
Go, go.
Oh!
I may be fat and slow, but
Candyman got game, baby.
Candy.
Whoa, whoa. What
are you doing here?
- I came to play.
- I didn't know you could.
- You never asked.
- If she wants to play, let her.
Relax, Stuart Little.
You a suffragette now?
- You don't have any girls.
- Not my fault none showed up.
- How will she play against Davis?
- Davis, show them what you got.
God, you're kidding me.
- What's that?
I never said I was good. Ever.
Her jump shot can't be
worse than that. Let her play.
- Let's go!
- I never said I was...
- You're better than that.
- Show them your stuff, Maurice.
Thought you might
like a cheerleader.
If this happened in high
school, I'd be a better man.
If you were better,
I'd need to be twins.
- Let's go, Maurice.
- You keep laughing.
- You'll be crying soon. Check it out.
- Go get them, tiger.
Let's go!
I'll be watching you.
- You better be doing that, junior.
- Come on, bitch!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, cool it!
It's not the place.
Get ahold of yourself.
Hi.
What time is it?
It's late.
I can leave knowing
you'll look after yourself...
- take medicine...
- When I feel like it.
What? CANDYMAN: Here you go.
It's money.
Don't hurt my feelings
by counting it now.
- Is this payoff? Here.
- You're joking, right?
No.
There need to be changes.
I can't live with a drunk.
Candy, stay down!
Tonight on Third Watch:
Looks like your
father's having an MI.
- You having chest pains?
- This is my time to go.
No, it's not. Okay?
- Charlie.
- Come over after work. We'll catch up.
You been married so long...
you don't even know when
somebody's coming on to you.
Word is you gonna
support that pimp with IAB.
- You take the money?
- If I said no, you wouldn't believe me.
Charlie, spinning on the
bed makes you get sick.
- I don't feel good.
- I know that you don't.
Hold him.
Ugh. Come on. Let's
get you cleaned up.
Fred?
I gotta bathe Charlie and
take a shower for work.
All right, all right.
- Yogi's all yucky.
- Okay. We'll give him a bath too.
He'll drown!
You know what? How about
we give Yogi a bath in the sink?
- How about that?
- Okay.
Okay. And let's
get you into the tub.
Come on, Fred. I
gotta use the bathroom.
I'd give it a few minutes.
You could have at
least opened a window.
Aren't you supposed to wear
an eye guard for racquetball?
- Yeah.
- But you didn't because it was a girl?
She plays five days a week.
- That bad?
- Just put the Band-Aid on.
Okay. Take it easy.
Still gonna play basketball?
This won't stop me
from kicking cop ass.
- Bring Treva along as a ringer.
- Adam-553, respond.
Worker trapped in machine
at Durst, 144th and King.
Boy-553, responding. Bet
she has a great jump shot.
Oh, my God. You're
such a weirdo.
Those boys in blue will bring
back that Camelot Cup tonight.
Don't be too cocky. They
beat us last year 60-45.
But that was without our secret
weapon, 6'4" Tyrone Davis!
I'm not that good.
Elbows will fly with
Davis and me playing.
- We'll kick ass.
- Look who's here!
It's Candyman!
- How are you doing?
- Candyman's in the house. Mr. Sweets.
How you doing?
Leg's almost like new. It's a
bitch full disability didn't work out.
Camelot Cup's tonight.
You up to playing?
- Bosco has Smitty in your spot.
- The hell you say!
- It's yours if you're ready.
- You damn straight.
What I lost in speed for the fast
break, I gained in bulk for the pick!
- Bring on the Bucket Boys!
- Settle down. Roll-call time.
- I'm glad you're doing okay.
- Better than okay, junior.
I got titanium pins and a
Silastic graft. I'm bionic, baby.
Got the irons.
He was inside the mixer scaling
the blades, when it turned on.
- Got it, cap.
- Go.
- What do we got?
- Guy stuck in a machine.
This way! You hurt?
No, it's Danny's blood.
Automatic timer malfunctioned.
It turned on while he was inside.
- Is the machine off now?
- Yeah.
I'll need the power
cut to all the machines.
- His name's Danny Rojo.
- Anything toxic we gotta worry about?
No.
My legs!
Jimmy, put these on.
- BP cuff.
- Can you pull him out?
We gotta stick air bags
under these blades.
- Secure his legs.
- Can we dismantle the gears?
- No. They're fixed.
- Give me a hammer.
Pressure's 90/60.
Pulse down to 121.
- We gotta stop the bleeding.
- It hurts. Give me something.
- We can't. Blood pressure's too low.
- Get me out!
- How long to dismantle it?
- Never done it. Hours.
- We got that long?
- No.
Bleeding won't stop.
- It's stuck.
He's bleeding out.
Chief, call the EMS surgeon. We
might have to amputate his legs.
- No!
- It's okay.
Listen to me. It's
not gonna happen.
Somebody get the air bags!
Man, these babies are great!
I look at one, I gain five pounds.
What, do you got a tapeworm?
Just high metabolism. Nicole
has my immune system revved.
- Your immune system?
- The Camelot Cup's coming home!
It's just a dented old trophy.
You got something in your hair.
Oh, damn. Damn it! It's puke!
Charlie threw up this
morning. I cleaned it up.
No help from Fred. I
shower and start to leave...
surprise! Vesuvius erupts again.
- Ew.
- I can't wait to have kids.
My life has come to this!
I can walk around and
nobody notices puke in my hair!
All right, it's
loose. Let's lift it.
Let's chock these gears.
I'll try to spread the
gears, get more leverage.
- Don't let them cut off my legs.
- I'll get you out.
I got two sons, a wife.
I've gotta work, please.
We won't let that happen.
- How is he?
- Pressure's better with the saline.
He's vasoconstricting.
His BP won't hold.
Come on!
It won't budge.
- We gotta cut it apart.
- The surgeon's coming.
We want him in one piece.
Fire's in charge of extrication.
Once he's out, he's
yours. He wants his leg!
- Of course he does.
- It's his choice.
- He'll die!
- He may prefer to.
When the surgeon comes, we'll
see. He's not here yet. Get to work.
Go get the cutters
and the hydraulic ram.
We need more cribbing in here.
- Where are we going?
- Nicole set some clothes aside for me.
- What, is she dressing you now?
- Hey! Freebies.
You better watch it.
Charm school will be next.
Whoa.
- She works here?
- She owns the joint.
- After you.
- Thanks.
- I'll wait outside.
- What?
- I'll wait outside.
- No, you won't.
Trust me. Check it out.
There you are.
Mm.
- Oh, you've got your armor on.
- Mm-hm.
- Faith, right?
- Right.
- This is my policeman.
- Hi.
How you doing? - Hello.
- Do you want cappuccinos?
- Cappuccinos would be great.
Can we get some
cappuccinos? Thank you.
This is the stuff from the trunk
show. Just take whatever you like.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Faith, why don't you
pick something out too?
- Oh, no. Thank you.
- Live a little.
I'm living fine, Bos.
- What are you, a 6?
- I'm a 8.
Me too. YOKAS: Um...
I have no use for a cocktail
dress. But I appreciate the thought.
I'm okay on the wardrobe front.
So how about this then?
That's nice.
- I've been practicing my threes.
- We can use a scorer from downtown.
I cannot wait to
light Boscorelli up.
- Roy Rogers our guy?
- Probably. You called for us?
- Yes, sir. CARLOS:
What's the problem, partner?
I tied one on last night. Now I
got a headache I can't shake.
- There's a screwdriver in your head.
- Yes, sir, I noticed.
- When did it happen?
- Beats me. I woke up with it.
- Don't move your head.
- I can turn it and nothing happens.
- No, no!
- See?
I just thought I'd
best call you boys.
We'll win with you playing.
Fire's won it three years in a row.
- I'm not that good.
- I've seen you play.
- When?
- When your dad coached.
- I was 12.
- Raw talent doesn't go away.
There he is. I thought
Red was in jail. Call it in.
South corner of Adam and 129.
- Hold it!
- I ain't finished with you!
I'll circle around 129!
- Grab him, Bos!
55-David in foot pursuit.
Heading south on Adam, 129, 130.
55-Charlie. We need a
bus on Arthur, 129 to 130.
Ah, damn!
- You see where he went?
- Who is it?
Red, beating his girl.
Go that way, I'll go right.
- All right.
- Head back down the alley.
All right.
55, code 3.
I got the suspect in a
courtyard at 129 and Hill.
Hey, hold it.
Get his arms down.
Man, you're breaking my arm.
Ah!
- You all right, Yokas?
- Yeah, terrific. Candy?
Son of a bitch slugged my nose.
Damn! Man! First day back.
- He lifted my roll.
- Shut up!
I had two Cs in my pocket he took.
- When, huh?
Rolling on the ground or when
you gave me a bloody nose?
- Who'll take him in?
- I got him.
- Our RMP's outside.
- All right.
Check his pockets. He
took my money, man.
- What about the money?
- What money?
- We just...
- Davis, what money?
Sully...
Davis, let's go.
Whoa.
Only complaint's a
headache. Vitals stable.
Completely normal neuro
exam. His name's Chet.
- How long's that screwdriver?
- I can't say. I can twist it.
No, no, no!
Get him to the trauma bay.
- There's a Darwin Award candidate.
- A what?
Darwinism in action.
A way to thin the herd.
- Oh, right. He's got my vote.
- Adam-553, this is Central.
Go ahead, Central.
Edward-553 requests assistance
at 123 West Gerard, unit 4A.
- Damn!
- What?
That's my dad's place.
- My husband's been in an accident.
- This way.
- How is he? What happened?
- He's trapped in a machine.
- Is he okay?
- Just come with me, ma'am.
Oh, my God! Danny!
- BP is 70 palp. Pulse is 132.
- What's wrong? Why isn't he talking?
- We need room.
- He's my husband.
I know, but we
need you to back up.
- Where's the surgeon?
- He's en route.
- We're out of time.
- Now the torque's off the camshaft...
- you could go under the vat.
- We'll try.
But it might ratchet back.
- Then what?
It'd crush whoever's inside.
- We got cribbing and air bags.
- Enough to hold it?
- We lift cars with it. Let's try.
- Anything shifts, exit.
Where's that hydro ram?
- What's wrong?
- Your father's having an MI.
- Take him to the hospital.
- He refuses.
Check his meds in the bathroom.
You need this. You having chest pains?
- I didn't want him sent for.
- Tough. I'm here.
I don't want this.
Me and your mama...
we slept in this bed 51 years.
And that's where I want to die.
You're not dying today.
You're going to the hospital.
- His pulse is 40.
- Bottles are full.
Pills. I didn't take no pills.
This is my time to go.
No, it's not, okay? You're
going into heart failure.
We'll give you oxygen and
something to turn it around.
You'll breathe easier soon.
- Where's the IV?
- He pulled it out.
Dad, listen to me. Dad?
Dad. Dad?
- Dr. Knox. Where are we?
- BP's 50 palp, pulse 144.
Legs trapped. Blood
loss at least 1500cc.
- How much longer?
- Twenty minutes.
We gotta get him out of
there now. Is that the wife?
- Yeah.
- Get her consent and get her out.
- How long to amputate?
- Ten minutes.
- Five minutes.
- I have to set up.
If he's not out by
that time, I start.
All right, the Hurst ram.
Cutters!
Come on! Move it!
- Ready.
- Almost there.
Jimmy. BOBBY: What's going on?
- Let me handle it.
- Out of time. Let's go!
He's free! Haul him out!
All right. Clear
his leg. Hang on.
- Watch his neck.
- Slide the board in.
Clear. KIM: Got it.
- What's the pulse?
- The pressure's off.
- I'll do compressions.
- Is he dying?
- I'll set up a lead.
- Idioventricular at 36.
- It's okay. It's all right.
- One, two, three...
Push an epi. Squeeze that bag.
Let's get an EKG, a chest, and a
cardiac panel. Hold off on the vent.
- How's he doing?
- Looks like an MI.
He's in pulmonary
edema, BP's down.
- Why didn't you put him on a vent?
- I wanted to discuss it with you first.
Okay, do it.
Have you discussed whether he
wants extraordinary measures taken?
No.
- What? Has he?
- Do everything to keep him alive.
There's no living will
or advance directive?
No.
He may never come off the vent.
He's got inoperable coronary
disease, chronic renal failure, diabetes...
And an acute MI with
treatable pulmonary edema.
- I'm making sure it's the right...
- Just do it! All right?
Just do it.
Get a vent. Call ICU for a bed.
Hang a dopamine drip
and set me up for an art line.
- What do you think?
- About what?
About that pimp saying
Candy took his money.
Red pushes $10
blow and moves on.
He's never had $200
in his pocket in his life.
- Just muddying up the bust.
- So we shouldn't check?
- And frisk Candy right there?
- What if he files a complaint?
- He will. Sure as God made green apples.
- What do I say if I'm asked about him?
- What do I say?
- Stick to the story.
- What do you mean? Lie?
- Did you see anything?
- No, but...
- If you can't swear to it in court...
give your fellow officer
the benefit of the doubt.
Let Red take it up with IAB.
- And if they ask about Candy's past?
- They won't.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
His pressure's staying up good.
Yeah, they added a
norepinephrine drip.
- You think I'm doing the wrong thing.
- He's not my father.
I can't just give up on him.
Then don't.
Mr. Parker?
I'm Dr. Piskell. I'll be
your dad's intensivist.
With his other
medical problems...
he's not a candidate
for a TP or angioplasty.
We can only keep him on a vent
and treat complications as they arise.
- How long will he be on it?
- Hard to say.
- Take a break while we get him settled.
- Okay. Thanks.
The hospital needs a new insurance
card. His old one has expired.
I'm sure he has one
in his wallet at home.
- Let's go.
- You need reassignment.
Yeah, when we get back.
Come on, it'll take 20 minutes.
Okay.
I'll get the drivers. You
get the passengers.
Hello, fellas. What do you
got for me? What happened?
That's it?
- Sir, are you hurt?
- No.
The taxi stopped short.
We barely bumped it.
Can I see your license to
get information for the report?
Faith?
Charlie!
- Hi.
- God!
- What's it been, 12 years?
- Thirteen. I graduated in '87.
Then you left for Europe,
never to be heard from again.
I know. I'm sorry I never
called you when I got back.
Water under the bridge.
So, what are you up to?
I'm in digital communications.
In town for some meetings.
How about you?
Yokas? You married Fred?
- Yeah. We have two kids.
- Wow, good for you.
Bosco, this is Charlie. We
went to high school together...
- and to junior prom.
- Charles Green.
Maurice Boscorelli.
How you doing?
- So you have a family?
- Divorced.
- Sorry.
- You wouldn't be if you met her.
- You get his information?
- Yeah, I should really get back to it.
- Good to see you.
- Listen, I'm at the Chase.
Come over after
work. We'll catch up.
- I don't get off until 11.
- That's fine. I'm on Palo Alto time.
I never hugged anyone
in a bulletproof vest before.
That's your loss.
So come by later.
It'll be fun catching up.
Yeah, well, I'll see.
- Okay, bye.
- All right, see you.
- Wear the vest, but bring the cuffs.
- What are you talking about?
- He wants to catch up, all right.
- Bosco, not everything is about sex.
You been married so long...
you don't even know when
somebody's coming on to you.
- I never sat at his desk before.
- He's a little behind on his mail.
What does that mean?
Oh.
"Don't let the bastards get you down."
That's when he retired from teaching.
- What did he teach?
- Eighth-grade science.
When was this taken?
Right before he went off to
Korea. He was gone for a year.
You know, I don't...
I don't know why I feel like I
never really got to know him.
You know, he was a good father.
Kept me safe, taught
me how to be a man.
Then once I became an adult...
you know, it never seemed
like we quite got in sync.
I asked him why a few years ago.
All he said was, "I'm your
father, not your friend."
Is that Bosco?
- Yep.
- What the hell does he want?
What?
I got some info for us.
Ready for this?
Red filed a complaint.
IAB's gonna interview him.
He resisted. We
subdued him. Case closed.
Should've checked Candy.
- We all know Candy's dirty.
- Did you seem him take it?
When you do your job
right, there's complaints.
That's a load of crap. So
Candy gets a free pass?
You planning on
saying this to IAB?
All you saw was a pimp beating
a whore, then resisting arrest.
- Remember Sgt. Stevens, Sully?
- Kenny Stevens.
He used to write up
everybody for nothing.
He was out alone one
night, getting beat up.
Nobody heard his 1013.
When he left the hospital,
he said, "Point taken."
- Are you threatening me?
- No, Davis. I'm educating you.
Straighten him out, Sully.
Look at that. - Whoa.
Great legs.
- They can't even cross without kissing!
- Probably married to other people.
- What? Marriage is the death of sex.
- How would you know that?
That's what you tell me.
Fred and I are comfortable. We
love our kids, we're okay financially.
We're healthy. I'm being
selfish wanting romance too.
Want romance? Meet
the guy from high school.
What do you know about it?
Foreplay to you is a dark place to park.
Without mystery and romance,
the heart becomes stone.
Quoting Shakespeare now?
Penthouse. And it's true. It's
what keeps the blood pumping.
Hi.
- Buy you a drink?
- No, I'm okay. Thanks.
- How's your dad?
- About the same.
- Where's Nieto?
- He went back to get reassigned.
Dad rode that...
subway to work and back
every day for 32 years.
Mm.
Sat down for dinner
at 6 every night.
Took the same vacation every
year at The Inkwell on the island.
- Same apartment since I was born.
- Wow! Thirty-seven years?
I always felt he should
have wanted more for himself.
I thought he settled. I wanted
my life to be more than his.
Don't all sons feel that?
Maybe. But now I
realize how much he had.
You know, a 51-year
marriage. Fifty-one years.
Family, friends, children...
I'll be lucky if I have
half as much as him.
I'm sure he feels lucky
to have a son like you.
- No. He never said that.
- Well, did you ever ask him?
I gotta go. If you need
me, you page me, okay?
Yeah.
- Will Red be safe in lockup?
- Would you stop? It was $200.
Beatings are for
a grand or more.
What about the guy
beat up at the 96?
Candy deserves the
same rights as a skell.
If it was two perps, we
would've checked the pockets.
But it was a pimp with
a rap sheet a mile long...
and a cop with 23 years.
I won't look away the next time
he commits a crime in front of me.
Speak of the devil.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Candy.
Can I have a word
with him alone?
- You don't have to ask him.
- Come here.
- I'll be right back.
- All right.
What's up?
- You gonna support this pimp with IAB?
- I won't say I saw something. I didn't.
But I will say no one did
anything about his accusation.
- You want to do a cavity search?
- You take the money?
You wouldn't
believe me if I said no.
Know why you never see
dealers working my street?
Afraid of getting rolled?
I arrest them and they're out
before I finish my paperwork.
So I give them a beating
and whatever falls out is mine.
Almost evens out the
fact I net 32,500 a year...
I drive a 10-year-old Ford and
have two kids in a one-bedroom.
Is that how you
justify being a thief?
How far you gonna go to
prove you're not your dad?
This has nothing to do with that.
Did you take that money or not?
- When? The bastard was wrestling me.
- Did you?
- None of your business.
- I don't see things that way.
- Talk to me in a few years.
- I'm never gonna be like you.
Give it time,
junior. Give it time!
- Is something wrong?
- No. They're putting in a Foley.
- Want something from the cafeteria?
- No thanks. You don't have to stay.
- I wanna keep you company.
- Get some sleep.
- I don't mind.
- Look, I'm fine. Really. Okay?
I'll catch up with
you in the morning.
Okay. Good night.
Good night.
I don't want to go home. Why
are you pushing me away?
- I'm not. My father's dying.
- That's why I want to be with you.
- Now's not the time for this.
- Why? This is when you need somebody.
- I want to be here for you.
- You can say that.
But it's not your choice.
People don't wake up
saying, "I'm gonna die today"...
and then a bullet finds
them or an aneurysm blows...
or they're hit by a
bus and they gone.
- You can't worry about that.
- Well, I can't help it.
One minute Debra was
there. The next, she was dead.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid his pulse ox is
falling, even with 100 percent O2.
I can put in an intra-aortic balloon
or a ventricular-assist device.
Is he stable enough for surgery?
His chances of making it
off the table aren't very good.
Well, can I have a few
minutes to think about it?
I'll be at the nurses' station.
Thank you.
I can't do it.
I can't let him go. I
know I should, but I can't.
I had so many
questions to ask him.
There's so many
things I don't know.
Hell, I want to ask him
what I should do now.
There's a day that
stands out for me...
probably because it's
the closest we ever got.
Fourth of July at the lake...
the summer before last.
My mother was still alive,
Debra was there, and my dad.
It was a great day.
He's all I have left.
You'll have new days
when you'll feel that again.
It'll just take a little
courage and some faith.
Where am I gonna find that?
I was hoping you
would find that with me.
Thank you.
How do I do this?
Just ask yourself
what's best for him.
- I won't wake you up.
- Boscorelli for three!
- I'll take my shoes off.
- It's good!
Good night.
I clomp too loudly for Fred.
I'm so hot tonight,
I'm amazing myself.
- IAB still with the perp?
- Just went in. Where's Davis?
Right there. DAVIS: Hey.
Hi.
- What happens now?
- IAB will take his complaint...
then get our statements
in a few weeks.
- Hey, Sully.
- Mike, how you doing? That was quick.
- Well, the guy dropped the complaint.
- Why is that?
- I'm not even supposed to tell you that.
- Gonna have to turn over more rocks?
I'm just doing my job, guy.
You got something to say?
No. Nothing.
- Take it easy.
- Yeah, take it easy.
Hey.
Leather pants? Nice outfit.
I don't know if it's me. Friend
of Bosco's gave it to me.
- No, you'll look great in it.
- Thanks, Davis.
- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.
I shoot somebody and
everyone says that it's justified...
but I feel like crap.
Now I'm trying to get a bad
cop off the street and I'm wrong.
I say know your job, do your
job. I see things I don't like, sure.
- But I won't risk my kids' future over it.
- And the law?
The courts and the streets differ.
Mix in human nature, things get muddy.
- I don't know.
- Have a good game tonight.
- You're not coming?
- Maybe later.
All right. Have a good night.
- Can I help you?
- Yeah, hi.
A friend's here, Charles Green.
Could you let him know
Faith Yokas is here to see him?
- House phone's over there. Dial zero.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Operator.
- May I have Charles Green's room?
One moment.
Hello?
Hello?
Oh, great. Now I see
why we always win, baby.
No trash talk till
we've seen you.
- Carlos for two!
- Bosco! What's happening?
Got something to show you.
See this? The Camelot
Cup. It's staying with FDNY.
We'll be drinking
champagne out of it tonight.
Practice that outside shot.
I won't let you in the paint.
- Bring any money to back it up?
- I brought my game, little fella.
- Let me see it.
- You can't handle my game.
Go, go.
Oh!
I may be fat and slow, but
Candyman got game, baby.
Candy.
Whoa, whoa. What
are you doing here?
- I came to play.
- I didn't know you could.
- You never asked.
- If she wants to play, let her.
Relax, Stuart Little.
You a suffragette now?
- You don't have any girls.
- Not my fault none showed up.
- How will she play against Davis?
- Davis, show them what you got.
God, you're kidding me.
- What's that?
I never said I was good. Ever.
Her jump shot can't be
worse than that. Let her play.
- Let's go!
- I never said I was...
- You're better than that.
- Show them your stuff, Maurice.
Thought you might
like a cheerleader.
If this happened in high
school, I'd be a better man.
If you were better,
I'd need to be twins.
- Let's go, Maurice.
- You keep laughing.
- You'll be crying soon. Check it out.
- Go get them, tiger.
Let's go!
I'll be watching you.
- You better be doing that, junior.
- Come on, bitch!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, cool it!
It's not the place.
Get ahold of yourself.
Hi.
What time is it?
It's late.