Third Watch (1999–2005): Season 1, Episode 5 - Responsible Parties - full transcript
Previously on Third Watch:
- There's a man down!
- We don't know where the shooter is!
- You try raising a 6-year-old on City pay.
- I didn't say anything.
Plus Doherty stiffs
me on Joey's checks.
This happens every time you wanna
join hands and sing "We Are the World."
Show compassion. It can
happen. You don't know.
Boy, I could use you back at
the station, Jerry. I need you back.
You get involved,
you make mistakes.
It's better than watching
everything go to hell.
- Don't let me go!
- Hold on!
Oops.
55-Charlie...
disregard the holdup alarm.
Sergeant's 84 on the scene.
10-4, Central.
Thank the sergeant.
Why can't you just drink coffee?
This is coffee. It's an iced
blended mocha cappuccino.
My mistake.
My sisters and me are throwing a
celebration for my mom's birthday.
Why don't you come by?
They've all been asking about you.
- No, I have to take a pass.
- You sure?
Yeah.
- What do you do?
- What do you mean, what do I do?
Like what...? To kick back,
have Sully-fun. What do you do?
I picture you alone
in your boxers...
watching old movies
on a black-and-white TV.
This is what you do? Conjure up
images of me in my underwear?
I'm not saying it's pretty.
You're way off, you know.
- About what?
- I got a color television.
- That's supposed to be a chicken?
- It will be when I'm done.
Why don't you
just buy a costume?
Emmy expects me to make it for
her. And have you ever priced one?
Do you have to do it
here? It's embarrassing.
I'm sorry. I'll try and make sure
that no one knows we're together.
Won't be the first time.
We've got gunshots.
55-David. Possible shots
fired, Union and Fourth.
Sulfur. FAITH: Reggie,
let's see the hands!
- I'm clean. BOSCO:
Everybody up!
- What happened?
- What, firecrackers?
- That wasn't firecrackers.
- Someone capping at you?
- No, man.
- Anybody hit?
Oh, no!
Please! Hurry!
Pressure! We gotta
get pressure on it!
55-David, 2512
Union, in the park.
We have a child shot, heavy
bleeder. Need a rush on a bus!
- We don't have time!
- It'll take three minutes.
What are you doing?
You call Mercy and tell
them we're on our way!
55-David. Cancel the bus, we'll
transport the victim ourselves.
Notify Mercy Hospital we're
coming with a child shot in the chest!
Here they come!
Let me have him.
- He has a chest wound.
- We got him.
Let's go.
Prep for intubation, type
and cross. Hang some O-neg.
We need the trauma team.
Trauma 1! Get X-ray down!
- Go! Come on!
Why the hell's this
child in a police car?
- You should've waited for an ambulance.
- There wasn't time.
Delaying life-support may
have cost this child his life.
Bitch.
- What's the problem?
- I told you I didn't need paramedics.
Just let him check you out.
I pushed myself too hard.
I'm fine. I told them not to call.
- You won't go to the hospital?
- I feel much better. Really, I do.
- We need you to sign a refusal.
- All right.
How long since you've eaten?
One day? Two?
Why don't you come with us and
have a doctor take a look at you?
- This is so embarrassing.
- Forget it. Okay?
We'll check your vitals
and we'll be out of here.
All right?
Leave on the Jets.
They're up, 4th, a
minute fifty-five left.
So what?
Spread's five.
They'll just sit on it.
I don't care. I
want to watch it.
Daddy!
Hey, champ. What
are you doing here?
Babysitter bailed on me.
- Zambrano!
Sorry, it's the last time. My
mom's coming straight from work.
Come on, cap! He's
not much trouble.
Hi, cap!
Hi, Joey. I hate looking like the
bad guy. Get a new babysitter.
Yes, sir. Thanks.
So which game? The Jets won't
cover but the Bengals got a shot.
- Bengals?
- That's my man.
- I'll fix you a sandwich.
- Mom, the Bengals are covered.
Boy-553, possible
cardiac arrest.
Hey. That's us.
- You'll keep an eye on him?
- We're cool.
I'll shop for dinner.
Joey will co-pilot.
No soda, no candy, all right?
Last time he threw
up for an hour.
- Go.
- Carrots, celery, an apple!
- I got it!
- Don't let him stand up in the cart.
- Bye, Mommy.
- Bye, sweetheart.
- She always like this?
- Mostly. Yeah.
Let me have one with everything.
- Coming up.
Some extra kraut.
You want one of these?
- All right. There you go.
- Sully.
Now what? Thanks.
Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
- I didn't hit you.
- Don't hit me.
- Why did you stop right there?
- I'm sorry, okay?
You're under arrest.
Whatever. I don't
care. Just don't hit me.
- He snatched a purse.
- A real pro.
Here.
Idiot.
Admits she hasn't eaten in a
couple days. I think it's more.
Yeah. Bulimia?
Yeah. Started a saline
drip, 500 cc's are in.
How did you know?
Her tooth enamel was
stained. I've seen it before.
How's that kid that
P.D. brought in?
Bullet went through
his right ventricle.
Dr. Morales said he
probably bled out instantly.
- Morales?
- New attending.
- How is he?
- She's a pip.
Now that's a woman!
That's a doctor.
Man. She's hot.
Yeah. You made
quite an impression.
Ignored you way less
than she ignored me.
G-I-A-M-A... R-E-S-E.
Giamarese, like it sounds.
Pulse, 120 over 65.
All right, let's see...
Hips, okay. Elbows.
- Knees...
- Quit poking on me.
You reach a certain age, people
think they can manhandle you.
Wish my vitals were that strong.
You should come with us,
have a doctor look at you.
- My doctor will come to the house.
- Your doctor makes house calls?
If I could have gotten my cane up, I
would have shown him what's what.
I would have shoved it
right up his ass, that's what.
We need you to come down to
the 55, fill out some paperwork.
Soon as I call my Ralphie.
- Ralphie?
Ralph Giamarese?
My son. He's gonna
want to know about this.
I bet he is.
- She gonna be all right?
- Yeah, a lot better than he'll be.
Einstein! You got any
idea who you just robbed?
I have a right to an attorney.
You probably never heard
of Francesca Giamarese.
Maybe you've heard
of her son Ralph?
- Oh, my God!
- The Mob guy?
- Yeah.
- That was Ralph Giamarese's mother?
She's gonna make a complaint.
- They're gonna kill me.
- That's a distinct possibility.
Trying to keep the
blood from setting up.
You don't get it right away,
you might as well chuck it.
Yeah. That's a good idea.
If someone shot at a Two-Sixer,
Caesar Dominguez would know, right?
Not much gets done
without his say-so.
Let's talk to him.
You don't have to ask me
twice to toss that son of a bitch.
Look at that.
Clean shirt.
Poof! Like it never happened.
What that doctor said...
This wasn't your fault.
I know it wasn't my fault.
He was hurt so bad, it wouldn't
have mattered if it happened in the ER.
Bos, I said I know
it wasn't my fault.
Faith. You all right?
A little boy died today because
he was trying to play in the park.
None of this is all right, Bos.
Bread. Two points!
My daddy is lonely.
Excuse me?
My daddy is lonely.
He cries a lot.
Joey, remember, it's important to
get food from all three groups, okay?
Thanks, Daddy.
This is my daddy.
- You been bothering this lady?
- No, not at all. He's adorable.
- Yeah. He's a handful.
- I'm sure.
So does this usually work for you?
- What?
The Sleepless in Seattle thing?
Usually.
I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Doherty.
This is my cell number.
Oh, and by the way...
There are four food groups.
Bye, Joey.
Bye.
That's right.
- She had trouble breathing.
- Is she upset?
She had a call from her
mother. That's always something.
My name's Lorraine Hickman.
Do you have any tingling
in your face or hands?
- A little. CARLOS:
BP, 110 over 60.
Pulse, 110.
You're just hyperventilating. You'll
be okay. I'll give you some oxygen.
I want you to relax and
take slow breaths, okay?
- I'll phone it in?
- No. Don't bother.
- How is it now?
- It seems a little better.
- Would you like to go to the hospital?
- No, I think I'll be okay.
Okay. I want you to concentrate
on slowing your breathing down.
You'll feel much
better soon. All right?
Fight with her
mother. Panic attack.
- You been traveling?
- Excuse me?
Suitcases.
We just came from Chicago.
Lorraine's parents live there.
Do you take birth control pills?
- Have you had any calf tenderness?
- My left one's a little sore.
- Oh!
- Ooh.
Positive Homans' sign.
- She may have a pulmonary embolism.
- A what?
Women on birth control
who sit for long periods...
can develop blood clots in their
legs which travel to their lungs.
It presents just like
hyperventilation.
In the service, all the
traveling. I've seen it before.
Okay.
All right, grab the car!
It's Boscorelli...
- trying to prove he's the man.
- Officer Boscorelli.
Who capped at a Two-Sixer this
afternoon on Union and Fourth?
Two-Sixers got shot at? There
ought to be some kind of law.
Ay, mami, that feels nice.
How about this?
Now we're getting really
friendly. Huh, big boy?
Faith. Faith.
You don't live at this building.
- So that'd be trespassing.
- This is straight-up harassment.
Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Hit it.
- Did I say I knocked her down too?
- Yeah.
That should be good for
something. Makes it more serious.
You have to get out sometime.
But as a habitual
offender, it'll be years.
You are one very lucky dude.
- Since when? SULLY:
What are you doing?
Just got off the phone with
Mrs. Giamarese's representative.
- They're declining pressing charges.
- What?
- She won't pursue the matter.
- Wait, wait, that's it?
- Can't hold him without a complainant.
- I stole her purse!
It's forgive and forget.
You can't do this to me!
- You're free to go.
- I'm not going anywhere!
- I beg to differ.
- I'm not leaving!
- Don't embarrass yourself. Come on.
There. I just assaulted you!
I forgive you. Hit me again, you'll
be a free man with a foot up his ass.
They'll kill me!
You should have thought of that
before you knocked an old lady down.
Wait, wait. I know some things.
Some real badasses.
They've been pulling stickups.
Bodegas on the East Side.
I did time with one of them.
He tried to get me in on
it. But that's not my game.
I can give you names,
addresses, anything that you need.
- Just don't make me leave, okay?
- You'll rat so you can stay in jail?
Can he do that?
Homans' sign?
I read it in The Annals of Emergency
Medicine. It's a science journal...
I know what it is.
- Give me a minute?
- You are way out of your league.
We didn't get a chance
to meet. I'm Carlos.
Dr. Morales.
We brought that woman
in, Lorraine Hickman.
Pulmonary embolism.
We have her on heparin.
She presented classic
hyperventilation, but I saw the suitcases.
Not bad, huh? Catching that?
We could've treated only the breathing
and not noticed the other possibility.
Then you'd have been wrong.
Man, she could barely
keep her hands off you!
Hey. Yeah, that's
what I'm talking about!
- What's the score?
- Nothing yet.
Bobby, I don't feel so good.
- What's the matter?
- I'm gonna throw up.
What is this?! This guy
gets a million dollars a year!
- Can't catch the ball over the middle?
- Why don't we go to the bathroom?
- Hey, what's wrong?
- Stomach.
- What did you feed him?
- What?
- Joey's sick again.
- He is?
- Yeah, he just told Bobby.
- Why didn't he tell me?
- What did he eat?
- Some candy and pizza.
What did I tell you?
No candy, no soda.
What's so terrible about
giving him what he wants?
Last week for dinner, he
wanted mashed potatoes and jelly.
Week before that, Fruity
Smacks with chocolate syrup.
He's 6. You're the adult. You
can't give him whatever he wants.
I don't see him that often. I won't
spend the whole time ragging him.
I'm the bitch, you're the
one who lets him have fun.
You know what? It's
getting old, really old.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's all right. - It's okay.
- What is this?
- Tell me about the shooting.
I got nothing for you.
That's a shame. I guess
we'll have to turn you loose.
This harassment
just isn't right.
This is Two-Six turf.
- Tell me who shot at the Two-Sixers.
- I don't know nothing about it.
Pull over, Bos.
Latin Lord on the street.
Look at them, Caesar.
They'll be heroes when they nail you.
- They'll have a field day.
You ain't really gonna do this.
I want a name.
All right! All right!
His name is Geronimo
Enrique. "Li'l Nemo."
You sent him?
- Where will I find him?
- Who knows? I'm alibied.
I was shacking with his
old lady when it went down.
She don't know
where he is either.
Lot of respect between you guys.
Screwing each other's women.
It's not his woman. His
mother. He's 10 or 11.
He's a kid?
Yeah. Bastard's trying to make a
name for himself. Now I'm all heated up.
The shooter's 10?
I spend all afternoon thinking I'll
put a hurt on a guy who shot a kid.
- Turns out he's only two years older.
- Lock him up, we put this behind us.
Who is it? BOSCO: Police.
What do you want? - Open up!
- Where's Geronimo?
- He does his own thing.
He's 11.
- What do you want?
- He's in trouble.
I'm getting good with
Caesar, he's gotta mess it up.
Whenever I find a
man, he screws it up.
You'd sacrifice your son so
you can stay tight with a man?
Whatever the problems are
between you and Geronimo...
he doesn't deserve to die.
Him and his friends play
basketball at the park.
- Which one?
- I don't know!
He just says he's
going to the park.
If you find him, he's
gonna be arrested?
Yeah.
All right. Will you
tell him I love him?
We'll get you. You
can tell him yourself.
Hey.
I know you're upset. But if we
rely on me being levelheaded...
- we'll have some problems.
- We already have problems.
You jumping down
everybody's throat won't help.
Don't go all touchy-feely
on me. It's not your style.
Here. Come here.
Let's try a different way. Two
hands, okay? Underhanded, like this.
- Let me try. BOBBY:
All right, here. Go ahead.
- Ah. Try again. DOHERTY:
That's not how I showed you.
We're trying something different
till he works these arms up a bit.
- That'll confuse him.
- He's not strong enough yet.
When he is, he won't have
to unlearn shooting like a girl.
Okay.
I'll see you later, big man.
- Where are you going?
- You two play.
- Maybe Joey'd like to see us play.
- No, thanks.
You want to see your
old man play one-on-one?
- Okay.
- Don't disappoint the little guy.
To 11?
- 50 bucks?
- I'm not betting with you.
Of course, if you're worried...
You're supposed to dribble.
No air.
If you play in a park
with a fieldhouse...
they'll let you use park balls.
No. Those courts are reserved.
- Until when?
- Forever.
- Li'l Nemo been around?
- I ain't seen him.
- We want to help him.
- Sure. BOSCO: Some
people want to hurt him.
Officer Bosco
wants to help Nemo?
If you let him.
Right. No, I ain't seen him.
Come on, pass it up.
Five-four.
Oh, yeah. Five up.
- That's a foul.
- On you. You were moving.
- You can't knock a guy over.
- Stop crying.
You know, Joey, I think
Bobby-boy here needs a tissue.
Let me see the ball.
Six-five.
If he ain't there, try
Thurston's Pub on 128th Street.
You get him, I'll take
you to their hole...
give you the guns and
the money, if any's left.
He told me all about the
stickups, so I got places, dates.
- And you'll testify to this?
- Yeah, yeah. Anything.
Whatever this guy did, he deserves a
pass based on this. This crew is bad.
A pass isn't exactly
what he's asking for.
- I can stay, right?
- What? In jail?
He wants to trade the
information for staying in custody.
- We can't keep him without a charge.
- That's what I told him.
- You guys want in on this?
- All yours.
- What?
- Seriously?
Consider it a gift.
All right.
Hey, Lou, I got a line on the
stickup crew. No, the bodegas.
There's a guy here in
holding rolling over on them.
- What are you doing?
- I'm peeing on you!
- You son of a bitch!
- Now can I stay?
I'm gonna put
you under the jail!
I believe our work is done.
- You pig!
Is that all you got?
Come on. Huh?
10-10.
Game point.
Let's go.
- Joey's gone.
- He went upstairs.
Probably didn't want to see
you lose. You playing? Let's go.
Game.
- I didn't want to bet.
- I said $50. I pay my debts.
You want to pay out money, give it
to Kim. You're behind in child support.
That's none of
your damn business.
Forget it.
- How come he told you he was sick?
- What?
Joey. He ran to you.
You know, Jimmy, my
father was a lot like you.
He let us do whatever
we wanted to do.
Funny thing is, the one
thing I really wanted...
he never gave me.
I had plenty of friends.
What I wanted was a father.
- What's your problem?
- You gave away my collar.
- No collar without a complainant.
- What about that stickup crew?
Do you seriously think French
will testify against those jagoffs?
I made a nice collar
and you gave it away.
All right, you were
masterful. I laughed, I cried.
A moment I'll treasure
for the rest of my career.
- Will you ever stop busting my balls?
- What do you want, an award?
- How about a little respect?
- You did your job.
What the hell?
- Isn't this a one-way street?
- Sure is.
- What the hell's he doing?
- I don't know.
- We're stopping him, aren't we?
- Yeah.
Pull over.
Pull over to the right, please.
Hit him again.
Pull over to the right.
Pull over to the
right, now, sir.
- I got this one. What?
- Hold up for a second.
- What?
- Give it a second.
- I can handle a traffic stop.
- Wait.
What's your problem?
Something's not right.
Come back to the car.
- You're giving this one away too?
- His lights never flashed.
- What?
- Backup lights.
When you go from drive to park,
your back-up lights flash on and off.
So he's in gear. I
think he'll try to take off.
Get in!
55-Charlie, emergency
message. Shots fired at the police.
In pursuit of a brown Chrysler
4-door northbound Arthur-147.
Keep telling them where we are.
We're eastbound on 148 now,
Central. Eastbound on 148.
Intersection coming.
Car, car, car!
- Nice job.
- Thanks.
The guy's crazy.
Central, we need a bus at
the corner of 151 and Arthur.
Notify F.D. too.
- Police! Put your hands up!
- Put your hands up!
Guns!
Got it. Got it.
I'm sorry those kids
won't help because of me.
You ever feel we're no
different than janitors?
- Cleanup crews with guns?
- No.
That's how I feel today.
Units in 55, assault in
progress. Child stabbed.
3215 94th Street. 53 to 54,
second floor. EMS en route.
- Aw, hell!
- It's Geronimo's address.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Sylvia, who did this?
- Slide him over.
God! Mommy's really sorry.
Over. Get him over.
- Get an airway.
- Oh, my God!
There's bubbles. Trachea's cut.
Needle crike won't do any
good. It's below the membrane.
It's too much, Bobby.
Stick a small ET tube
right into the open trache.
- You sure?
- That's the only airway we'll get.
- Can't see it.
- Aim for the bubbles, come on.
I got it, we're in. - Let's go.
Oh, God! Dios mío!
Must've lost a liter of blood.
We'll start IVs en route.
Let's move. Grab his legs.
Hold this.
Ready, one, two, three.
Look out, Mommy. Look out.
- Please don't let him die.
- Come on.
Sylvia, who did this?
No, no, no. He said he
just wanted to talk to him.
Who?
Caesar.
Son of a bitch!
Where are you going?
Hey. DOC: Hey.
- Bobby, you check out the new doctor?
- Yeah! Mighty fine!
Thought I'd stop by and
say hi. I think she's intrigued.
Everybody check their shoes.
It's getting thick around here.
- How's that kid you guys brought in?
- Headed for the O.R.
Kim stuck an ET tube into the
tracheal laceration. Got an airway.
Slick.
Jerry getting out of ICU?
Yeah, they got tired of
him bitching about the food.
You bring that throat wound in?
- Tracheotomy is not in your protocol.
- We had to improvise.
You break protocol in the field,
it better be under radio contact...
- with a base-station physician.
- It was our only shot at an airway.
If you hit a thyroid artery or intubated
the esophagus and he crumped?
They'd nail you...
for a procedure you have no
training or authorization to do.
- There wasn't time to call.
- There never is around here, is there?
Excuse me, Dr. Morales.
Maybe not everything happened
the way the book says it should.
- But we all work together.
- We don't work together.
You bring injured patients to
this hospital. Doctors treat them.
Before you can treat anybody, we
have to actually get them to you alive.
Sometimes that means there
isn't time to follow protocol.
When you're wrong, and it will
happen, don't expect me to back you up.
Hey! She say anything about me?
Anything going on with them?
Look. Our little friends
are here to make a visit.
Hold up. Hold up!
Turn around. Get
your hands on the wall.
You want something?
Nobody's ever
gonna testify on me.
We don't need you. We
solve our own problems here.
I'll be back out
here in an hour!
An hour.
Hey.
Look at you with
all the tubes gone!
I feel like a free man.
I got some money in my wallet.
Why don't you get some
peanuts at the gift shop?
- I'm not real hungry.
- Then get a soda.
No, thanks.
Oh. I guess I
could go for a soda.
He's really grown up.
- He's a good kid.
- He's got great parents.
We were talking... me and Jayme.
If anything were to happen
to us, you know, permanent...
we'd like you to consider
taking care of the kids.
Nothing else is gonna happen.
Hey. You never know, right?
When you get back to work, I'll make
sure you never leave the bus again.
You know disability pays 75
percent of my salary, tax-free?
That's a pretty good deal.
Tax-free.
That means I'd be making more
money not working than if I was.
Now, that's a good deal, right?
You're gonna go
nuts with nothing to do.
Hanging around the house
with Jayme and the kids...
seems like a damn fine
way to spend the day.
You're not coming back?
Doesn't mean you stop coming
over four nights a week, right?
Sure.
Just because I ain't working...
We're still best friends.
Like brothers.
Always.
Always.
You saved my life. I was
walking right up to that guy.
We're going home, he got 11
stitches in his melon. We win.
I never noticed
those backup lights.
All my noticing means is that
I've made 10,000 traffic stops.
This is the wrong line of work
if you want pats on the fanny...
and people falling
over with gratitude.
Nobody notices
until you screw up.
Well, thanks.
You tear up, I'm smacking you.
Sure you can't
come to Mom's party?
- Sorry. I got plans.
- Yeah?
I got a date.
He's right. No one's gonna
testify. They never do.
Where are we going?
They swoop down on
people that got nothing...
use them and throw them away.
"You want to take care of a
Two-Sixer? Send in my girlfriend's kid.
He screws up, cut his
throat. It doesn't matter."
Mom's so desperate and lonely...
she can't see past someone
over 11 actually talking to her.
The kid's desperate for someone
to give him respect on the street.
And there stands Caesar Dominguez,
$1000 worth of jewelry, $200 sneakers.
Happy to turn all that desperation
into something he can use.
Come on! We played
this game earlier!
I got a lawyer, I'm saying nothing! I
don't care how much you threaten me!
He's got babies killing
babies and he doesn't care.
No one will testify on
him. He won't go to jail.
He laughs his ass off at
us and the whole world.
Hey, Two-Sixers!
Christmas is early this year.
- I ain't saying anything.
- Faith, think about this.
No more babies will
die because of him.
This ain't funny!
You want me to say it? Fine!
I did it! I confess! Arrest me!
He's confessing.
First-year lawyer'd beat that
confession without breaking a sweat.
Let me back in!
You don't need us, right?
You solve your own problems.
You bitch! Please don't do this!
Keep fighting me and
I'll leave the cuffs on you.
We'll see how well you
protect yourself then.
Faith.
Drive.
Let's go.
- Faith.
- Damn it, Bosco! Let's go.
- You'll be sad in the morning.
- I'll be sad in the morning anyway.
No!
Hey. My mom get Joey?
Yeah, about an hour ago.
- Sorry I jumped on you.
- Hey.
This should square some of
the child support. Sorry I was late.
- All of it?
- Yeah.
- Where'd you get it?
- I won big today.
Football.
Don't cry, Mommy.
- There's a man down!
- We don't know where the shooter is!
- You try raising a 6-year-old on City pay.
- I didn't say anything.
Plus Doherty stiffs
me on Joey's checks.
This happens every time you wanna
join hands and sing "We Are the World."
Show compassion. It can
happen. You don't know.
Boy, I could use you back at
the station, Jerry. I need you back.
You get involved,
you make mistakes.
It's better than watching
everything go to hell.
- Don't let me go!
- Hold on!
Oops.
55-Charlie...
disregard the holdup alarm.
Sergeant's 84 on the scene.
10-4, Central.
Thank the sergeant.
Why can't you just drink coffee?
This is coffee. It's an iced
blended mocha cappuccino.
My mistake.
My sisters and me are throwing a
celebration for my mom's birthday.
Why don't you come by?
They've all been asking about you.
- No, I have to take a pass.
- You sure?
Yeah.
- What do you do?
- What do you mean, what do I do?
Like what...? To kick back,
have Sully-fun. What do you do?
I picture you alone
in your boxers...
watching old movies
on a black-and-white TV.
This is what you do? Conjure up
images of me in my underwear?
I'm not saying it's pretty.
You're way off, you know.
- About what?
- I got a color television.
- That's supposed to be a chicken?
- It will be when I'm done.
Why don't you
just buy a costume?
Emmy expects me to make it for
her. And have you ever priced one?
Do you have to do it
here? It's embarrassing.
I'm sorry. I'll try and make sure
that no one knows we're together.
Won't be the first time.
We've got gunshots.
55-David. Possible shots
fired, Union and Fourth.
Sulfur. FAITH: Reggie,
let's see the hands!
- I'm clean. BOSCO:
Everybody up!
- What happened?
- What, firecrackers?
- That wasn't firecrackers.
- Someone capping at you?
- No, man.
- Anybody hit?
Oh, no!
Please! Hurry!
Pressure! We gotta
get pressure on it!
55-David, 2512
Union, in the park.
We have a child shot, heavy
bleeder. Need a rush on a bus!
- We don't have time!
- It'll take three minutes.
What are you doing?
You call Mercy and tell
them we're on our way!
55-David. Cancel the bus, we'll
transport the victim ourselves.
Notify Mercy Hospital we're
coming with a child shot in the chest!
Here they come!
Let me have him.
- He has a chest wound.
- We got him.
Let's go.
Prep for intubation, type
and cross. Hang some O-neg.
We need the trauma team.
Trauma 1! Get X-ray down!
- Go! Come on!
Why the hell's this
child in a police car?
- You should've waited for an ambulance.
- There wasn't time.
Delaying life-support may
have cost this child his life.
Bitch.
- What's the problem?
- I told you I didn't need paramedics.
Just let him check you out.
I pushed myself too hard.
I'm fine. I told them not to call.
- You won't go to the hospital?
- I feel much better. Really, I do.
- We need you to sign a refusal.
- All right.
How long since you've eaten?
One day? Two?
Why don't you come with us and
have a doctor take a look at you?
- This is so embarrassing.
- Forget it. Okay?
We'll check your vitals
and we'll be out of here.
All right?
Leave on the Jets.
They're up, 4th, a
minute fifty-five left.
So what?
Spread's five.
They'll just sit on it.
I don't care. I
want to watch it.
Daddy!
Hey, champ. What
are you doing here?
Babysitter bailed on me.
- Zambrano!
Sorry, it's the last time. My
mom's coming straight from work.
Come on, cap! He's
not much trouble.
Hi, cap!
Hi, Joey. I hate looking like the
bad guy. Get a new babysitter.
Yes, sir. Thanks.
So which game? The Jets won't
cover but the Bengals got a shot.
- Bengals?
- That's my man.
- I'll fix you a sandwich.
- Mom, the Bengals are covered.
Boy-553, possible
cardiac arrest.
Hey. That's us.
- You'll keep an eye on him?
- We're cool.
I'll shop for dinner.
Joey will co-pilot.
No soda, no candy, all right?
Last time he threw
up for an hour.
- Go.
- Carrots, celery, an apple!
- I got it!
- Don't let him stand up in the cart.
- Bye, Mommy.
- Bye, sweetheart.
- She always like this?
- Mostly. Yeah.
Let me have one with everything.
- Coming up.
Some extra kraut.
You want one of these?
- All right. There you go.
- Sully.
Now what? Thanks.
Don't hit me! Don't hit me!
- I didn't hit you.
- Don't hit me.
- Why did you stop right there?
- I'm sorry, okay?
You're under arrest.
Whatever. I don't
care. Just don't hit me.
- He snatched a purse.
- A real pro.
Here.
Idiot.
Admits she hasn't eaten in a
couple days. I think it's more.
Yeah. Bulimia?
Yeah. Started a saline
drip, 500 cc's are in.
How did you know?
Her tooth enamel was
stained. I've seen it before.
How's that kid that
P.D. brought in?
Bullet went through
his right ventricle.
Dr. Morales said he
probably bled out instantly.
- Morales?
- New attending.
- How is he?
- She's a pip.
Now that's a woman!
That's a doctor.
Man. She's hot.
Yeah. You made
quite an impression.
Ignored you way less
than she ignored me.
G-I-A-M-A... R-E-S-E.
Giamarese, like it sounds.
Pulse, 120 over 65.
All right, let's see...
Hips, okay. Elbows.
- Knees...
- Quit poking on me.
You reach a certain age, people
think they can manhandle you.
Wish my vitals were that strong.
You should come with us,
have a doctor look at you.
- My doctor will come to the house.
- Your doctor makes house calls?
If I could have gotten my cane up, I
would have shown him what's what.
I would have shoved it
right up his ass, that's what.
We need you to come down to
the 55, fill out some paperwork.
Soon as I call my Ralphie.
- Ralphie?
Ralph Giamarese?
My son. He's gonna
want to know about this.
I bet he is.
- She gonna be all right?
- Yeah, a lot better than he'll be.
Einstein! You got any
idea who you just robbed?
I have a right to an attorney.
You probably never heard
of Francesca Giamarese.
Maybe you've heard
of her son Ralph?
- Oh, my God!
- The Mob guy?
- Yeah.
- That was Ralph Giamarese's mother?
She's gonna make a complaint.
- They're gonna kill me.
- That's a distinct possibility.
Trying to keep the
blood from setting up.
You don't get it right away,
you might as well chuck it.
Yeah. That's a good idea.
If someone shot at a Two-Sixer,
Caesar Dominguez would know, right?
Not much gets done
without his say-so.
Let's talk to him.
You don't have to ask me
twice to toss that son of a bitch.
Look at that.
Clean shirt.
Poof! Like it never happened.
What that doctor said...
This wasn't your fault.
I know it wasn't my fault.
He was hurt so bad, it wouldn't
have mattered if it happened in the ER.
Bos, I said I know
it wasn't my fault.
Faith. You all right?
A little boy died today because
he was trying to play in the park.
None of this is all right, Bos.
Bread. Two points!
My daddy is lonely.
Excuse me?
My daddy is lonely.
He cries a lot.
Joey, remember, it's important to
get food from all three groups, okay?
Thanks, Daddy.
This is my daddy.
- You been bothering this lady?
- No, not at all. He's adorable.
- Yeah. He's a handful.
- I'm sure.
So does this usually work for you?
- What?
The Sleepless in Seattle thing?
Usually.
I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Doherty.
This is my cell number.
Oh, and by the way...
There are four food groups.
Bye, Joey.
Bye.
That's right.
- She had trouble breathing.
- Is she upset?
She had a call from her
mother. That's always something.
My name's Lorraine Hickman.
Do you have any tingling
in your face or hands?
- A little. CARLOS:
BP, 110 over 60.
Pulse, 110.
You're just hyperventilating. You'll
be okay. I'll give you some oxygen.
I want you to relax and
take slow breaths, okay?
- I'll phone it in?
- No. Don't bother.
- How is it now?
- It seems a little better.
- Would you like to go to the hospital?
- No, I think I'll be okay.
Okay. I want you to concentrate
on slowing your breathing down.
You'll feel much
better soon. All right?
Fight with her
mother. Panic attack.
- You been traveling?
- Excuse me?
Suitcases.
We just came from Chicago.
Lorraine's parents live there.
Do you take birth control pills?
- Have you had any calf tenderness?
- My left one's a little sore.
- Oh!
- Ooh.
Positive Homans' sign.
- She may have a pulmonary embolism.
- A what?
Women on birth control
who sit for long periods...
can develop blood clots in their
legs which travel to their lungs.
It presents just like
hyperventilation.
In the service, all the
traveling. I've seen it before.
Okay.
All right, grab the car!
It's Boscorelli...
- trying to prove he's the man.
- Officer Boscorelli.
Who capped at a Two-Sixer this
afternoon on Union and Fourth?
Two-Sixers got shot at? There
ought to be some kind of law.
Ay, mami, that feels nice.
How about this?
Now we're getting really
friendly. Huh, big boy?
Faith. Faith.
You don't live at this building.
- So that'd be trespassing.
- This is straight-up harassment.
Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Hit it.
- Did I say I knocked her down too?
- Yeah.
That should be good for
something. Makes it more serious.
You have to get out sometime.
But as a habitual
offender, it'll be years.
You are one very lucky dude.
- Since when? SULLY:
What are you doing?
Just got off the phone with
Mrs. Giamarese's representative.
- They're declining pressing charges.
- What?
- She won't pursue the matter.
- Wait, wait, that's it?
- Can't hold him without a complainant.
- I stole her purse!
It's forgive and forget.
You can't do this to me!
- You're free to go.
- I'm not going anywhere!
- I beg to differ.
- I'm not leaving!
- Don't embarrass yourself. Come on.
There. I just assaulted you!
I forgive you. Hit me again, you'll
be a free man with a foot up his ass.
They'll kill me!
You should have thought of that
before you knocked an old lady down.
Wait, wait. I know some things.
Some real badasses.
They've been pulling stickups.
Bodegas on the East Side.
I did time with one of them.
He tried to get me in on
it. But that's not my game.
I can give you names,
addresses, anything that you need.
- Just don't make me leave, okay?
- You'll rat so you can stay in jail?
Can he do that?
Homans' sign?
I read it in The Annals of Emergency
Medicine. It's a science journal...
I know what it is.
- Give me a minute?
- You are way out of your league.
We didn't get a chance
to meet. I'm Carlos.
Dr. Morales.
We brought that woman
in, Lorraine Hickman.
Pulmonary embolism.
We have her on heparin.
She presented classic
hyperventilation, but I saw the suitcases.
Not bad, huh? Catching that?
We could've treated only the breathing
and not noticed the other possibility.
Then you'd have been wrong.
Man, she could barely
keep her hands off you!
Hey. Yeah, that's
what I'm talking about!
- What's the score?
- Nothing yet.
Bobby, I don't feel so good.
- What's the matter?
- I'm gonna throw up.
What is this?! This guy
gets a million dollars a year!
- Can't catch the ball over the middle?
- Why don't we go to the bathroom?
- Hey, what's wrong?
- Stomach.
- What did you feed him?
- What?
- Joey's sick again.
- He is?
- Yeah, he just told Bobby.
- Why didn't he tell me?
- What did he eat?
- Some candy and pizza.
What did I tell you?
No candy, no soda.
What's so terrible about
giving him what he wants?
Last week for dinner, he
wanted mashed potatoes and jelly.
Week before that, Fruity
Smacks with chocolate syrup.
He's 6. You're the adult. You
can't give him whatever he wants.
I don't see him that often. I won't
spend the whole time ragging him.
I'm the bitch, you're the
one who lets him have fun.
You know what? It's
getting old, really old.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's all right. - It's okay.
- What is this?
- Tell me about the shooting.
I got nothing for you.
That's a shame. I guess
we'll have to turn you loose.
This harassment
just isn't right.
This is Two-Six turf.
- Tell me who shot at the Two-Sixers.
- I don't know nothing about it.
Pull over, Bos.
Latin Lord on the street.
Look at them, Caesar.
They'll be heroes when they nail you.
- They'll have a field day.
You ain't really gonna do this.
I want a name.
All right! All right!
His name is Geronimo
Enrique. "Li'l Nemo."
You sent him?
- Where will I find him?
- Who knows? I'm alibied.
I was shacking with his
old lady when it went down.
She don't know
where he is either.
Lot of respect between you guys.
Screwing each other's women.
It's not his woman. His
mother. He's 10 or 11.
He's a kid?
Yeah. Bastard's trying to make a
name for himself. Now I'm all heated up.
The shooter's 10?
I spend all afternoon thinking I'll
put a hurt on a guy who shot a kid.
- Turns out he's only two years older.
- Lock him up, we put this behind us.
Who is it? BOSCO: Police.
What do you want? - Open up!
- Where's Geronimo?
- He does his own thing.
He's 11.
- What do you want?
- He's in trouble.
I'm getting good with
Caesar, he's gotta mess it up.
Whenever I find a
man, he screws it up.
You'd sacrifice your son so
you can stay tight with a man?
Whatever the problems are
between you and Geronimo...
he doesn't deserve to die.
Him and his friends play
basketball at the park.
- Which one?
- I don't know!
He just says he's
going to the park.
If you find him, he's
gonna be arrested?
Yeah.
All right. Will you
tell him I love him?
We'll get you. You
can tell him yourself.
Hey.
I know you're upset. But if we
rely on me being levelheaded...
- we'll have some problems.
- We already have problems.
You jumping down
everybody's throat won't help.
Don't go all touchy-feely
on me. It's not your style.
Here. Come here.
Let's try a different way. Two
hands, okay? Underhanded, like this.
- Let me try. BOBBY:
All right, here. Go ahead.
- Ah. Try again. DOHERTY:
That's not how I showed you.
We're trying something different
till he works these arms up a bit.
- That'll confuse him.
- He's not strong enough yet.
When he is, he won't have
to unlearn shooting like a girl.
Okay.
I'll see you later, big man.
- Where are you going?
- You two play.
- Maybe Joey'd like to see us play.
- No, thanks.
You want to see your
old man play one-on-one?
- Okay.
- Don't disappoint the little guy.
To 11?
- 50 bucks?
- I'm not betting with you.
Of course, if you're worried...
You're supposed to dribble.
No air.
If you play in a park
with a fieldhouse...
they'll let you use park balls.
No. Those courts are reserved.
- Until when?
- Forever.
- Li'l Nemo been around?
- I ain't seen him.
- We want to help him.
- Sure. BOSCO: Some
people want to hurt him.
Officer Bosco
wants to help Nemo?
If you let him.
Right. No, I ain't seen him.
Come on, pass it up.
Five-four.
Oh, yeah. Five up.
- That's a foul.
- On you. You were moving.
- You can't knock a guy over.
- Stop crying.
You know, Joey, I think
Bobby-boy here needs a tissue.
Let me see the ball.
Six-five.
If he ain't there, try
Thurston's Pub on 128th Street.
You get him, I'll take
you to their hole...
give you the guns and
the money, if any's left.
He told me all about the
stickups, so I got places, dates.
- And you'll testify to this?
- Yeah, yeah. Anything.
Whatever this guy did, he deserves a
pass based on this. This crew is bad.
A pass isn't exactly
what he's asking for.
- I can stay, right?
- What? In jail?
He wants to trade the
information for staying in custody.
- We can't keep him without a charge.
- That's what I told him.
- You guys want in on this?
- All yours.
- What?
- Seriously?
Consider it a gift.
All right.
Hey, Lou, I got a line on the
stickup crew. No, the bodegas.
There's a guy here in
holding rolling over on them.
- What are you doing?
- I'm peeing on you!
- You son of a bitch!
- Now can I stay?
I'm gonna put
you under the jail!
I believe our work is done.
- You pig!
Is that all you got?
Come on. Huh?
10-10.
Game point.
Let's go.
- Joey's gone.
- He went upstairs.
Probably didn't want to see
you lose. You playing? Let's go.
Game.
- I didn't want to bet.
- I said $50. I pay my debts.
You want to pay out money, give it
to Kim. You're behind in child support.
That's none of
your damn business.
Forget it.
- How come he told you he was sick?
- What?
Joey. He ran to you.
You know, Jimmy, my
father was a lot like you.
He let us do whatever
we wanted to do.
Funny thing is, the one
thing I really wanted...
he never gave me.
I had plenty of friends.
What I wanted was a father.
- What's your problem?
- You gave away my collar.
- No collar without a complainant.
- What about that stickup crew?
Do you seriously think French
will testify against those jagoffs?
I made a nice collar
and you gave it away.
All right, you were
masterful. I laughed, I cried.
A moment I'll treasure
for the rest of my career.
- Will you ever stop busting my balls?
- What do you want, an award?
- How about a little respect?
- You did your job.
What the hell?
- Isn't this a one-way street?
- Sure is.
- What the hell's he doing?
- I don't know.
- We're stopping him, aren't we?
- Yeah.
Pull over.
Pull over to the right, please.
Hit him again.
Pull over to the right.
Pull over to the
right, now, sir.
- I got this one. What?
- Hold up for a second.
- What?
- Give it a second.
- I can handle a traffic stop.
- Wait.
What's your problem?
Something's not right.
Come back to the car.
- You're giving this one away too?
- His lights never flashed.
- What?
- Backup lights.
When you go from drive to park,
your back-up lights flash on and off.
So he's in gear. I
think he'll try to take off.
Get in!
55-Charlie, emergency
message. Shots fired at the police.
In pursuit of a brown Chrysler
4-door northbound Arthur-147.
Keep telling them where we are.
We're eastbound on 148 now,
Central. Eastbound on 148.
Intersection coming.
Car, car, car!
- Nice job.
- Thanks.
The guy's crazy.
Central, we need a bus at
the corner of 151 and Arthur.
Notify F.D. too.
- Police! Put your hands up!
- Put your hands up!
Guns!
Got it. Got it.
I'm sorry those kids
won't help because of me.
You ever feel we're no
different than janitors?
- Cleanup crews with guns?
- No.
That's how I feel today.
Units in 55, assault in
progress. Child stabbed.
3215 94th Street. 53 to 54,
second floor. EMS en route.
- Aw, hell!
- It's Geronimo's address.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Sylvia, who did this?
- Slide him over.
God! Mommy's really sorry.
Over. Get him over.
- Get an airway.
- Oh, my God!
There's bubbles. Trachea's cut.
Needle crike won't do any
good. It's below the membrane.
It's too much, Bobby.
Stick a small ET tube
right into the open trache.
- You sure?
- That's the only airway we'll get.
- Can't see it.
- Aim for the bubbles, come on.
I got it, we're in. - Let's go.
Oh, God! Dios mío!
Must've lost a liter of blood.
We'll start IVs en route.
Let's move. Grab his legs.
Hold this.
Ready, one, two, three.
Look out, Mommy. Look out.
- Please don't let him die.
- Come on.
Sylvia, who did this?
No, no, no. He said he
just wanted to talk to him.
Who?
Caesar.
Son of a bitch!
Where are you going?
Hey. DOC: Hey.
- Bobby, you check out the new doctor?
- Yeah! Mighty fine!
Thought I'd stop by and
say hi. I think she's intrigued.
Everybody check their shoes.
It's getting thick around here.
- How's that kid you guys brought in?
- Headed for the O.R.
Kim stuck an ET tube into the
tracheal laceration. Got an airway.
Slick.
Jerry getting out of ICU?
Yeah, they got tired of
him bitching about the food.
You bring that throat wound in?
- Tracheotomy is not in your protocol.
- We had to improvise.
You break protocol in the field,
it better be under radio contact...
- with a base-station physician.
- It was our only shot at an airway.
If you hit a thyroid artery or intubated
the esophagus and he crumped?
They'd nail you...
for a procedure you have no
training or authorization to do.
- There wasn't time to call.
- There never is around here, is there?
Excuse me, Dr. Morales.
Maybe not everything happened
the way the book says it should.
- But we all work together.
- We don't work together.
You bring injured patients to
this hospital. Doctors treat them.
Before you can treat anybody, we
have to actually get them to you alive.
Sometimes that means there
isn't time to follow protocol.
When you're wrong, and it will
happen, don't expect me to back you up.
Hey! She say anything about me?
Anything going on with them?
Look. Our little friends
are here to make a visit.
Hold up. Hold up!
Turn around. Get
your hands on the wall.
You want something?
Nobody's ever
gonna testify on me.
We don't need you. We
solve our own problems here.
I'll be back out
here in an hour!
An hour.
Hey.
Look at you with
all the tubes gone!
I feel like a free man.
I got some money in my wallet.
Why don't you get some
peanuts at the gift shop?
- I'm not real hungry.
- Then get a soda.
No, thanks.
Oh. I guess I
could go for a soda.
He's really grown up.
- He's a good kid.
- He's got great parents.
We were talking... me and Jayme.
If anything were to happen
to us, you know, permanent...
we'd like you to consider
taking care of the kids.
Nothing else is gonna happen.
Hey. You never know, right?
When you get back to work, I'll make
sure you never leave the bus again.
You know disability pays 75
percent of my salary, tax-free?
That's a pretty good deal.
Tax-free.
That means I'd be making more
money not working than if I was.
Now, that's a good deal, right?
You're gonna go
nuts with nothing to do.
Hanging around the house
with Jayme and the kids...
seems like a damn fine
way to spend the day.
You're not coming back?
Doesn't mean you stop coming
over four nights a week, right?
Sure.
Just because I ain't working...
We're still best friends.
Like brothers.
Always.
Always.
You saved my life. I was
walking right up to that guy.
We're going home, he got 11
stitches in his melon. We win.
I never noticed
those backup lights.
All my noticing means is that
I've made 10,000 traffic stops.
This is the wrong line of work
if you want pats on the fanny...
and people falling
over with gratitude.
Nobody notices
until you screw up.
Well, thanks.
You tear up, I'm smacking you.
Sure you can't
come to Mom's party?
- Sorry. I got plans.
- Yeah?
I got a date.
He's right. No one's gonna
testify. They never do.
Where are we going?
They swoop down on
people that got nothing...
use them and throw them away.
"You want to take care of a
Two-Sixer? Send in my girlfriend's kid.
He screws up, cut his
throat. It doesn't matter."
Mom's so desperate and lonely...
she can't see past someone
over 11 actually talking to her.
The kid's desperate for someone
to give him respect on the street.
And there stands Caesar Dominguez,
$1000 worth of jewelry, $200 sneakers.
Happy to turn all that desperation
into something he can use.
Come on! We played
this game earlier!
I got a lawyer, I'm saying nothing! I
don't care how much you threaten me!
He's got babies killing
babies and he doesn't care.
No one will testify on
him. He won't go to jail.
He laughs his ass off at
us and the whole world.
Hey, Two-Sixers!
Christmas is early this year.
- I ain't saying anything.
- Faith, think about this.
No more babies will
die because of him.
This ain't funny!
You want me to say it? Fine!
I did it! I confess! Arrest me!
He's confessing.
First-year lawyer'd beat that
confession without breaking a sweat.
Let me back in!
You don't need us, right?
You solve your own problems.
You bitch! Please don't do this!
Keep fighting me and
I'll leave the cuffs on you.
We'll see how well you
protect yourself then.
Faith.
Drive.
Let's go.
- Faith.
- Damn it, Bosco! Let's go.
- You'll be sad in the morning.
- I'll be sad in the morning anyway.
No!
Hey. My mom get Joey?
Yeah, about an hour ago.
- Sorry I jumped on you.
- Hey.
This should square some of
the child support. Sorry I was late.
- All of it?
- Yeah.
- Where'd you get it?
- I won big today.
Football.
Don't cry, Mommy.