Mrs. Smith, 65, please.
Anything you want to try here,
the team has a landmark call before them.
Take it to the witness stand.
Yes, ma'am.
This is Mrs. Smith, 65.
Mrs. Smith, 65.
This is Mrs. Smith, 65.
Mrs. Smith, 65, please.
This is Mrs. Smith, 65.
Mrs. Smith, 65, please.
What happened?
Your son was tackled by three linemen.
He was hit a little too hard.
You see?
You see what's happened?
I'm sure he's going to be okay, ma'am.
What do you know?
You're only a fireman.
Joanne.
I want to see him, please.
Well, the doctor just started the examination.
I want to see him.
Please, I must.
Let me see him.
Can I have a doctor in treatment one?
All right, just a minute.
Jenny!
Oh, my God.
The boy's parents.
What is it, doctor?
What's wrong with him?
Well, right now, all I can tell you is he's suffered a blow to the head.
When we finish with the examination, I'll be able to tell how serious it is.
Well, if you don't know how serious it is, what are you giving him that for?
It's just a precaution, so there won't be any complications later on to prevent shock.
Now, as soon as I'm finished, I'll be able to tell you and your husband exactly what
his condition is.
Well, when will that be?
When he's fully empty.
Dr. BP is 120 over 80.
Pulse is 78.
Get X-ray on the phone.
Have him set up a full skull surgery and an ankle encephalogram.
Has Tim ever complained of headaches or dizziness?
Never.
He's a very strong boy.
Has he ever had a head injury before?
No.
He's never been exposed to anything like that before.
Joanne, please.
Oh, I think I have enough information.
It shouldn't be much longer.
I hope you're satisfied.
Satisfied?
Yes, it's your fault.
You know that.
The boy's...
You just had to insist on just playing football.
Joanne, Tim wanted to try out for the team.
He's a fine athlete.
You encouraged him.
Well, what was I supposed to do?
Talk him out of it?
Tell him to try out for the debating team instead?
He's a boy and all boys want to play football.
It's part of growing up.
Does that include getting his brains knocked out?
Is that part of growing up too?
Joanne, it was an accident.
An accident that would never have happened if he hadn't been playing football.
Well, it could have happened someplace else.
He could have fallen out of that tree house in the backyard, playing with his friends,
crossing the street.
Honey, we can't wrap him in cellophane and expect him to grow up to be a man.
Your idea of a man, someone who can score a touchdown, hit a home run on, knock someone
out in the ring.
You know, I think sometimes you want your son to do these things because you're too
old yourself to do them anymore.
Honey, you can't mean that.
Tommy...
Hiya, Jam.
How are you doing?
Okay.
They sure run a lot of tests around here.
Nothing but the best for the Washington Junior High Cowboys.
How'd you know that?
I could tell from the color of your jersey.
How'd you know that?
Can you keep a secret?
Well, when I was your age, I was a pom-pom girl at Washington.
No kidding.
Well, your tests and x-rays all seem to indicate you're one very tough football player.
And can I go home?
How do you feel?
Fine.
Anything hurt?
Nope.
Feel dizzy?
Nope.
Do you know how you got here?
In an ambulance?
What grade are you in?
Third year in junior high.
You like playing football?
Yep.
What position do you play?
Quarterback.
Do you remember what the play was when you got clumbered?
I'll say.
Quarterback sneak with no hole.
What was the score when it happened?
I think 21-14.
Who was winning?
We were.
Good boy.
I think our young United has it all together.
Then can I go home?
How about tomorrow morning?
I'd like to keep an eye on you a little while longer.
Okay.
As long as I'm back in time for the next game.
I will play one, I doctor.
Yeah, that's up to your parents, Tim.
Yeah.
Are they here?
Yeah, they're waiting for my report.
Now, Mom, I bet she's pretty upset, huh?
Hell, you know how mothers are.
They kind of worry a lot.
Me and Dad are gonna have to do a lot of hard talking to get out of this one.
Well, I'm sure you'll find a way.
And maybe our pom-pom girl here can give you a few pointers.
Dr. Baker, outside call, please.
Dr. Baker.
He's fine.
Oh, God.
He suffered a minor concussion.
It's not unusual with kids that are involved in contact sports.
Will there be any...
Lasting effects?
Nothing more than perhaps a sore head by evening.
I'd like to keep him overnight as a precaution, though.
You can take him home tomorrow.
But he will need several days' rest.
Thank you very much, Doctor.
Sure.
Dr. Ellis Lopez...
I'm sorry.
Forgive me.
Looks like another touchdown for our side.
I guess you can't blame him.
You know, every time we get a call, and it's to help a kid,
I can't help thinking about my own two.
I wonder how I'd feel if one of them was hurt.
Like any other parent, frightened, upset, wishing you could trade places.
You feel just like the Johnsons.
Wouldn't he, Johnny?
Oh, yeah.
I'll be in the squad.
What's with him?
He got me.
His jaw's been dragging on the floor since it came on this morning.
He better do something quick before he wears it to the bone.
Believe me, I've tried.
You just witnessed the first unsolicited conversation I've had from him all day.
Looks like you have a problem.
No, actually, it's a kind of a refreshing change.
Squad 51, possible heart case.
417 North Belmont.
Cross Street E4, timeout 10-10.
Squad 51, 10-4.
Keep in touch.
Possible heart attack, Johnny. Let's move it.
Where to?
Engine 15, return to course.
He's inside. He looks real bad, too.
His wife came running out there waving me down. I was just passing by.
Put it up above his head.
I told you they'd be here right away.
Rampart, this is rescue 51.
Go ahead, 51.
Rampart, we have a male victim, approximate age...
39.
39. He's unconscious.
Blood pressure, 110 over 50. Rate 110 and regular.
Respiration, 12 and shallow.
We have two liters of oxygen per minute on him.
51, summiest trim of EKG.
Stand by.
Does he have a history of a heart condition?
I don't think so. No.
Well, how's he been feeling lately?
Fine, just fine.
Rampart, EKG is set up, transferring lead two.
51, confirm sinus tachycardia.
Start IV, D5.
10-4.
Don't worry, they know what they're doing.
What do you got?
Possible heart attack.
Are you his wife?
Yes.
Then you can answer some questions.
What for?
Just routine, just for the record.
Are you a relative?
No, I'm a plumber. I was just passing by.
She came out waiting for help.
What is your husband's name?
Mr. Rampson.
First name?
Joe, Joseph.
The patient is in deep.
Defibrillate, 400 watt seconds.
Give him one-half sodium bicarbonate.
10-4, get on that oxygen.
No conversion, hit him again.
He's back.
He's breathing on his own.
51, start a lidocaine drip and recheck vital signs.
Is there an ambulance there?
Affirmative.
Continue EKG and bring him on in.
10-4.
And it looks like he has a good chance of pulling through.
Will he have to stay in the hospital long?
Well, that depends on his recovery.
Was he going on a trip?
What?
Was he going on a trip?
I noticed a suitcase behind the chair.
Oh, yes, a business trip.
Well, you won't be going on one for a while.
See you guys around.
He's all yours.
Give him a nice, gentle ride.
Johnny will join you later.
What's going on here?
What's your name, sir?
The name is Rampson.
I happen to live here.
I thought you said...
These yours?
Yes, they're mine.
What are they doing down here?
Do you mind if I open this?
No.
Who are these people?
I'd say they're a couple of burglars who were in the process of cleaning you up, Mr. Rampson.
Ma'am, you're under arrest.
Ross, you want to take her in? I'll ride in with the ambulance.
Any close observation treatment and plenty of breast?
I guess we've got a lot of that.
There's a good possibility.
This is what you call double jeopardy, Doc?
Very good job, even if it wasn't unusual.
I'm glad you're here.
What do you expect from an A-number-one team?
Do I detect a note of discontent?
Why, no, Doc.
What stupid net wouldn't want to work with the world's greatest paramedic?
What brought that on?
That's the deepest mystery of our times.
10-4, copter 2. Meet division 4 in the parking lot.
Negative, division 2.
Hey, you ready to go, partner?
Yeah, but first I'd like to find out what's bugging you.
Why should there be anything bugging me?
Why have you been moping around all day? It's not like you, Johnny.
It's not like me?
Have you become an expert on John Gage now?
Look, I know what you've been thinking about me.
What are you talking about?
Exactly what I'm talking about.
No, it hasn't sunk in yet. Please enlighten me.
You know, you're really something.
First you put me down, then at the same time you act like we're big buddies.
You know, I'm beginning to think you're some kind of a nut.
When did I put you down?
See? There you go.
Look, if you don't like me, just let me know, all right?
I like you, I like you.
Fine, then don't put me down.
I'm not.
You already have. When?
Now see, you did it just then. You...
Uh...
Engine 147, 10-4.
Don't even talk about it. I'm through talking.
Whenever you get ready to admit it,
then I'll consider accepting your apology.
Apology for what?
You know what for.
Squad 51 available.
Squad 51, ready to go.
Squad 51.
Dr. Early!
Dr. Early! Dr. Early!
Hey, what's going on? What is it?
A patient, doctor. She's really sick.
Did she have someone look at her?
Well, she only wants you, Dr. Early. Nobody else but you.
What are you running around for? Why don't you have me paged?
Paged? I didn't think of that.
Okay, where is she?
Right in here, doctor. Hurry!
Oh, Dr. Early.
Hello, Ms. Anderson.
I'm so glad you could come. I just get so scared of anybody else.
Any new diagnostic theories, Reggie?
Well, I've been giving this quite a bit of thought,
and I think this time I finally got it.
I can't wait.
Reggie, tell him why my stomach's in such pain.
Well, it's going to take an operation, doctor.
You know what that means, don't you, Dr. Early?
No such thing, honey. Honey, it's right there in the medical book.
He's just trying to comfort me, Dr. Early.
I know what that operation is.
You have one, then another, and another, and again until there's just nothing left.
I'd rather have three months as a whole woman
than a year as a helpless animal just waiting to be put out of her misery.
She's got it all wrong, Doc. The symptoms prove it.
Well, let me see. Katie had her appendix out about 14 years ago.
Isn't that right, honey?
That's right. He knows.
See, that proves it, Doc. You know.
But it's not an important operation, sweetheart, so don't worry.
Oh, I know you try, Reggie. You really do try, and I love you for it.
Give her a shot for the pain, will you, Doc?
Well, just a small shot.
Why a small one?
Oh, because I want to be conscious through as much of this as possible.
Even if it means experiencing this pain.
Through as much of what?
The little time I have left.
I know it's common practice to keep your patients drugged
and let them die in peace, but I don't want that.
I want to be able to have my Reggie by my side all the time up until the very end.
Now, who said anything about dying?
Oh, nobody had to. I just know it.
How? Did Reggie tell you?
Oh, he didn't have to. I just know it.
Oh, Dr. Early.
Nurse.
I can't help it.
Doc, like I said, it was right there in the medical book. I wrote it down.
I got it right here in my pocket. Wait a minute.
An obstruction of the lower intestine due to an adhesion from a previous appendectomy.
You already had a dig for that one, didn't you, Reggie?
I hit it right on the button, huh, Doc?
Sit up, Ms. Anderson.
Oh!
Drink this.
You're just about 360 degrees off, Reggie.
I ruled that out the last time you were here.
You did?
Okay, let me guess. You and Katie went out last night, right?
Um, yeah. The Jose's? Yeah.
That's where you were the last time, right?
Remember what I told you about the chorizo sausage?
Chorizo sausage.
Excuse me.
The pain.
The pain's gone.
Really?
It really is, Reggie. The pain is gone.
It's not what you call it. You know, what do you call it in the lower intestine?
You're cured again, Mrs. Anderson.
Did you hear that, Reggie?
Yeah, come on. Let's get out of here.
Where to?
I gotta get me another medical book.
Oh, Reggie. He's a darling, my Reggie.
Aren't they just the sweetest couple, Doctor?
Yeah, Sharon. Just perfect for each other.
And both suffering from the same disease.
Acute hypochondria.
I swallowed some pills.
This baby's sitting with... I should have been more careful.
Do you know what kind of pills?
These.
Penta-barbatol.
He stopped breathing. Ambu bag.
Laryngoscope.
Start an IV with D5W and draw bloods for barbiturate level.
Respirator.
IV started.
Hook up EKG.
EKG's ready.
What you got, Kel?
OD. Penta-barbatol.
Radicardia. 30 and dropping.
Gotta increase the heart rate before he goes into arrest.
Just draw 1 half milligram of atropine.
It's not working. Let's try HAPCC.
HAPCC, that's enough.
Let's go with the pacemaker.
Take over, Joe.
Bag it.
Are you going to use a cut down?
No, percutaneous.
I'll take care of it.
It's in position now, Kel.
We'll set it at a rate of 80.
It's working. Pacing well at 80.
What's the lab report?
Blood analysis shows 2.6 milligrams barbiturate level.
And the barbatol capsules left lying around the house for the kid to swallow.
Might as well leave a loaded gun.
Yeah, continue D5W.
Yes, doctor.
Transfer him up to the pediatric intensive care unit.
I'll write up the orders.
I have a talk with the babysitter, Kel.
She must be feeling pretty bad.
Hi.
We think he's going to be all right.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
He'll have to stay in the hospital until his condition stabilizes.
It shouldn't be too long.
The important thing is he's out of danger.
It was all my fault.
I was supposed to be watching him, only I thought he was taking a nap.
Well, medicine shouldn't be left around where children get to it.
His parents trusted me.
I should have been more careful.
He might have died.
But he didn't.
And it was your quick thinking that saved him.
You didn't waste any time getting him here.
And you brought the bottle along so the doctor could see what he'd taken.
You did the right thing.
How am I going to explain it to his parents?
Would you like me to talk to them?
Would you?
Do you know where they are?
I have a number.
Come on. Let's give them a call.
Patrol, 5-7.
Doctor, 2-4-3.
Patrol 2, call your office.
Hey, DeSoto, what is Bug Engage?
I just said something to him. He almost snapped my head off.
Don't ask. He's not talking.
He'd rather brood.
What are you brooding about, Johnny, baby?
All right, Chet.
You tell him.
So now Chet's in on a secret, huh?
What secret?
Now don't dummy up.
Go ahead, Kelly.
Tell him what you told me.
Now my fine-feathered friend here seems to have a bad memory.
What did I tell you?
Remember last night, the double date?
Oh, all I remember is that chick.
She was something else.
It's like an instant replay.
All right, Chet, look, forget the chick.
Will you just remember the conversation?
Remember what you told me, what he said about me to you, and then you told me?
Squad 59, cancel your response.
Oh, you mean when you turned the water glass upside down on the napkin?
Yeah, right, yeah.
Yeah, I said it. So what?
We're getting warmer.
So what did I say that you said that I said?
That your partner here is a nut.
Ah, uh-huh, uh-huh.
What about it?
You admit it?
That you're some kind of a nut?
Yeah, I said it. So what?
How would you like to work with a guy that thinks you're a nut?
Excuse me, fellas.
I think I got a phone call.
You're a nut, but you're a friendly kind of nut.
Oh, that's a heck of a thing to say about somebody you work every shift with.
Is this what's been grinding on you all day?
Yes, you bet it is.
So when did you get so sensitive?
When I found out what my best buddy thinks of me.
You're really serious.
Yes, yes, I am.
I'm sorry. I apologize.
Squad 31, no answer on the callback number.
But you still think I'm some kind of a nut, don't you?
Engine 236, return to quarters.
I think I'll take the Fifth Amendment.
Squad 51, Squad 110, Sierra Madre police report an aircraft down,
all mountain area, beat copter 14 at station 93.
Station 93, timeout 1410.
Squad 51, 10-4, KMG 365.
J. Benson, Sierra Madre search and rescue.
John Yates.
Roy DeSoto.
Looks like we're going to work together.
Yeah, we're glad to have you.
Do you know anything about the pole mountain area?
That's the rail grabber.
We took some campers out of there last summer.
What do we know besides aircraft down?
That's all we know so far.
Come on, Kirk.
Let's go.
Can you give us a run down?
The last radio contact with the plane was about 30 minutes ago.
They were in the bald mountain area and running low on fuel.
How many people on the plane?
I understand three.
A man, his wife, and their child.
Copter 14 LA, patrol plane reports sighting of aircraft on Overton Ridge,
two miles to the east of Willow Creek.
Copter 14.
Got him.
We're right at the top of those trees.
No way I can put you down there if the downed voice of this copter
pulled that plane right out of its nest.
What do you suggest?
Well, I can put you on a fire break about two miles east.
You'll have to hoof it in.
Good enough.
Fire!
There's a trail over on the other end.
It'll take us up about a mile and a half.
With the looks of that plane, I hope we're needed.
Let's get to it.
Go, boys.
On the way.
This is where we leave the trail.
It should be right over this ridge.
You can see the ad now.
Join the fire department and become a mountain climber.
It's worth complaining.
You can't give a big money you're making.
Oh, that's cute.
That's what's cute.
Hello?
Can anybody hear us up there?
Thank God.
I thought we'd never be found.
Any suggestions?
That plane doesn't look too solid up there.
Right.
What we'll do is we'll send your men up that tree
and my men up this tree.
We'll string lines across and underneath the plane,
forming a cradle.
Larry, Gene, Bob, let's hop to it.
Here, Kirk, you want to hook those lines together?
All right.
Heads up.
It's all right.
There's plenty of people here to help you.
Now, just take it easy.
Are you in any pain?
My leg.
I think it's broken.
But by help of my boy and my husband,
I don't know how badly they're injured.
All right.
Send up my belt.
Heads.
Send up the rest of the equipment.
Heads.
Oh, boy.
What?
Mommy, we're falling again, Mom!
Take it easy, son.
You're gonna be all right.
Mom.
You have to try not to move around so much.
My dad said we ran out of gas.
All right.
As soon as they get that other rope secure,
this plane ought to be less freaky.
Let's hope so.
These people aren't exactly going to be able to walk out
of here by themselves.
We're going to have to rig a diagonal line
to slide these stretchers down.
That sounds tricky.
Well, I'm open for suggestions.
OK, I'll set it up with Benson's men.
OK.
Rampart, basis, rescue 51.
Go ahead, 51.
Rampart, we have three victims of an airplane crash.
The injuries are as follows.
Number one, an eight-year-old boy
with a possible broken arm and lacerations around the forehead.
Number two, we have a 40-year-old unconscious male
with a possible concussion.
Number three, a woman with a fractured leg.
All right, send up the first stokes.
OK, take her away.
Take her away.
Align sorrow.
All right, I'll get it.
Go on.
Whoa.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
How the heck did you do that?
We'll look it out on the ground.
We'll give you a full page story.
How would you like to have him for a partner?
All right.
Send up the other stretcher.
Engine 163, SWAT 39, woman down.
1253, customer drive.
We have to take him more in.
That's it.
You have a fine crew, Jay.
I hope you paramedics do a fair job yourself.
Thanks.
See you next time around.
Yeah, take care.
I'm taking no more chances.
You know, you did a fine job down there.
Thank you.
Hey, you're not mad at me anymore.
Mad at you?
No.