What is it with you? You wanna help me?
You feel sorry for me? Well, keep it to yourself.
I just need to sit down for a minute.
- You wanna fuck me? Everyone else has. - [Sighs]
[Whining]
Hi! Hi.
I've been clean for two years. No drugs. I got a job.
I paint when I'm at home. I don't bother anybody.
Then all this shit happens. Oh, no, you don't.
Hey, you can't stay here. Come on.
Get up.
[Sighs Deeply]
Hello. I'm Frank.
Mary's friend.
A very close friend who loves animals.
Hello?
[Frank Narrating] I washed my face with three kinds of soap...
each smelling like a different season.
It felt good to be in a woman's room again,
especially a woman who wasn't comatose or severely disabled.
I felt like perhaps I had turned a corner...
like I saved someone...
though I didn't know who.
Hey, Pierce.
You're late, I know it, but I can't fire you today.
- I got nobody to ride with Wolls. - No.
I got a form for you to make out about the accident when you get some time.
Come here, kid. Come here.
Look, I'm gonna fire you tomorrow. I promise you.
What-What if there is no tomorrow?
Will you get out of here before I give you a big hug!
"No tomorrow." [Laughing] I love that kid.
[Rock, Indistinct]
Frank. Hey, man. What do you know?
You and me again, tonight. The Rough Riders...
tearin' up the streets just like old times, huh?
- [Pounds Hood] - This old bus is a warrior, Frank.
Just like us.
I have tried to kill him... many times...
and he will not die.
I have great respect for that.
- Can't put your arm around a memory - Okay.
You can't put your arm around a memory
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Get up, right now! Get up! Cool it!
I already told you you can't go in there! Didn't you hear me?
Don't make me take off my sunglasses!
- Good morning, Griss. - We're full up here tonight, Frank.
Get the hell out of here. Step back! Step back!
[Breathing Apparatus Humming]
[Mr. Burke's Voice] Go to the bank, boy. Take out everything you can.
Mr. Burke?
I'm going. I've had enough.
[Beeping]
[Curtain Slides Open]
[Whirring]
- You do it. - I can't reach. You're taller.
- [Burke's Voice] Don't do it! - He's getting better.
- Better than what? It doesn't matter! - Better than what?
- Why not? - The family wants us to keep him alive.
The wife wants to believe in miracles. We keep him alive.
Shock him, Frank. He'll come back. He always comes back.
[Beeping Continues]
Clear!
- [Burke] You son of a bitch! - Nothing. Shock him again.
Don't do it!
[Whirring]
[Screams]
- [Burke] Son of a bitch! - [Milagros] Do it again.
Don't do it!
Frank!
- Jesus! Move! Move! - [Machine Whirring]
Clear!
[Burke] Hey, boy. Where you goin', Frank?
Hey, Frank!
[Rock, Indistinct]
Frank? Frank, what the hell you doin' back there?
I'm sick, Tom. I need a cure.
Vitamin B cocktail, followed by an amp of glucose...
and a drop of adrenaline.
It's not as good as beer, but it's all I got.
Come on, Frank. There's blood spillin' in the streets. Let's go have some fun.
Watch out.
You all right?
These are hard times, Tom.
Yeah, it's great, isn't it?
It's great to be drunk. Sobriety's killing me.
Look up in the sky, Frank. It's a full moon.
Blood's gonna run tonight. I can feel it.
Our mission: to save lives.
Our mission is coffee, Tom.
A shot of the bull. Puerto Rican espresso.
10-4. El Toro de Oro.
Blast off!
[Groans]
This cure's not working, Tom. Maybe we should go back to the hospital.
Oh, come on. Don't worry. Tom will take care of ya.
Put your head out the window. Get some of that nice clean air.
- Come on, stop it! - Okay, units, it's suicide hour.
14th and 7th. A man with a noose around his neck and nothin'to hang it on.
66-X ray, don't even think about getting coffee. I have a call for you too.
66-Exterminator here. We like our coffee bloody.
This better be good. My partner's dying to help someone.
You're in luck, X. Your patient awaits you with bleeding wrists in the tunnel.
- 10-4. - Tom, where are the Band-Aids?
- This is an ambulance, isn't it? - Be cool, man.
- Look out! - [Tires Screeching]
[Siren Wailing]
He does this every time he gets drunk.
- You smell that? - But he hates when I call you guys.
What the hell's goin' on here?
You gotta take him to the hospital.
- He tried to kill himself. - You guys got any coffee?
- Show him your wrist. Go ahead. - All right, come on.
Let me see. It's not even bleeding.
[Man] He does this all the time. He ain't right.
It was bleedin' before. He kept spilling his beer. I gave him mouth-to-mouth.
You're lucky you didn't kill him.
I wanna hear it straight from the Looney Tunes himself.
Try to bump yourself off?
Yes.
Yeah? Why didn't you say so?
Come on. I'm gonna fix you up.
Come on, Frank.
Sir, I am going to give you medicine that is still very experimental.
It's from NASA. And although our astronauts have been using it...
we are the very first service to try it.
Now, I am gonna put this patch on your forehead, like this.
And in about a minute, you will have to relax.
You will lose all your suicidal feelings.
It's very important that you wear the patch for at least 24 hours.
And keep checking the mirror.
If the patch turns green, you have to see a doctor immediately.
The side effects could be fatal. Okay?
- Now, what did I say? What color? - Uh, clean.
- Clean. - "Cream." You said "cream."
- Cream. Green. - Green.
This, uh... Excuse me.
This is the worst suicide attempt I've ever seen.
Can you feel that pulse? Here? That's where you cut.
And it's not across. It's down, like so.
Here. Take it.
- I can't. I can't. - What?
Oh, I see.
With all the poor people of this city...
who wanted only to live and were viciously murdered...
you have the nerve to sit here...
wanting to die and not go through with it?
- [Sobbing] - You make me sick!
- Take it! Take it! - [Wolls Laughing]
[Wolls] We cured him!
There's nothin' we can't do if we just work together.
I told you to stop for coffee.
[Salsa]
- Thanks a lot. - [Radio Dispatcher, Indistinct]
It sounds like they're trying to clean up the bus terminal tonight.
[Sighs, Chuckles]
Hello? Major Tom to Frank.
Time to just say "no."
[Man Singing In Spanish]
- Where you goin'? - Come on, Tom, the city's burning.
He's in love with the rock and roll world
He's in love with the getting stoned world
He's in love with JanieJones' world
He don't like his boring job, no
He's in love with the rock and roll world
He's in love with the getting stoned world
He's in love with JanieJones' world
He don't like his boring job, no
And he knows what he has to do
He knows he's gonna have fun with you
What are you doin'?
I'm driving out of myself.
- Uh, these brakes are shot. - I've taken that into consideration.
- Frank? Frank? - Yeah?
Are you okay?
Never felt better in my life. How are you?
- I'm good. - Good.
[Male Dispatcher] 66-X ray. X ray-66.
- X. - I want you to know how sorry I am.
I've always liked you two. A unit above none. A legend in its own lunchtime.
So it hurts me deeply to do this, but I have no choice.
You must go to 48th and Broadway.
In front of a liquor store you'll find a 50-year-old male, unconscious.
It says here, "Man smells real bad."
- Do I have to say more? - But you've said too much already.
- Mr. Oh! - It's early for him.
It's all right. We're not meant to do Oh tonight.
Something's gonna happen. I can feel it!
[Man On Radio] Sergeant, put me on the back of that jumper.
E.M.S. to Central. What was that call?
- E.M.S., a jumper. West Side Projects. - 10-4.
One minute out. Let's go.
Somebody's gonna kill themselves. Let's go. I don't wanna miss it.
[Dispatcher] 66. 66-X ray, level one emergency.
Level one emergency. I need units. I need units.
We got fires in the hole. 8th and Broadway.
Shots being fired outside the Dynamite Club. 13th and 6th.
Fired workers are shooting each other at the post office. Where are my units?
Where are my units? 6-6? 6-6 X-ray?
Level one emergency! Level one emergency! Where are my units?
The dead are rising, but you can't tell their faces from the smoke!
[Wolls] Somebody holdin'him or somethin'? Is he trying to jump?
[Sister Fetus] Go on home, sinners!
Go back to your opium pipes and whiskey bottles!
- What's with the rabbis? - They love to hang around with us.
They offered us money for a new rig, so I deputized them.
[Sister Fetus] Back to your slot machines...
ribbed condoms, Mexican divorces...
your sex clubs and martinis.
Back to your hot oil wrestling, Washington lobbying, organ donation.
- What do we bring? - Better bring it all.
You guys grab all the gear. Let's go.
- This guy a jumper? - Got a call for shots fired on the 16th floor.
- The jumper called right after. - He landed on 14.
[Chuckling]
I'm goin' to 16.
He must've left the tub on.
[Reggae On Radio]
That's it. Nobody else home.
Aye, that's gotta hurt.
- [Cop] Tell him not to move. - I'm going down to 14.
[Motor Cranking]
Forget that thing. Go with the torch. Go.
Hey, get this, Frank. We got two patients.
Number one: the scarecrow outside.
Number two: the big fella.
Misses the railing but breaks both legs on the balcony.
[Chuckling] Then he throws himself through the glass window.
Then he starts crawling that way and, uh, he passed out.
- He's our shish kebab for the night. - Gonna have to torch him.
- How's he doing? - I'm gonna work on Sleeping Beauty.
Hey, big guy!
Either you jump or you get shot. What are ya gonna do?
- I think I'd rather get shot. - [Scoffs]
[Man] Drug dealers.
- Does that hurt? - No! No. No.
I don't think you're cut through any major arteries.
We have to get you off this thing without setting off bleeding.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
- I'll take your blood pressure. - [Sister Fetus Continues]
- All right, I'm in. You in? - I am now.
If he happens to fall, I don't think anybody'd be cryin' too much.
They're gonna torch the fence. You're gonna feel the metal getting warm.
Maybe very warm.
I can't hold my head up anymore.
Hold this.
[Groans, Coughs]
[Man] Jump! Let him fuckin'go!
- Let him die! - Let him go!
So, Frank.
[Breathing Heavily] Am I gonna live?
- You're gonna live. - Frank.
That ten dollars you owe me?
- Yeah? - Keep it.
I've been thinkin' about things, you know?
Oh, you guys gave me lots of time to meditate on the future.
What'd you do, huh? Stop for Chinese on the way over here?
I was tired. I needed a coffee.
What about Kanita?
Dead.
That's, uh... That's too bad.
Hmm. See, Frank...
make some money, fine-lookin' lady on your arm...
then everybody wants to take a piece.
Yeah, there's some kid...
who I wouldn't let wash my Mercedes, comes to the Oasis...
starts shootin' at me.
The Red Death Gang. Bunch of 12-year-olds.
I thought I could make it on the balcony, like Tiger.
But he's fat. Falls faster. That's why.
I'm tryin' to watch my weight, and look what happens.
[Laughs, Groans]
Goddamn, that's hot! [Groans]
[Laughing] Bring it on! Bring it on!
You can't kill me, duck-ass kids!
Oh, yeah. [Groans]
Ooh. Look at that. Look at that.
Look at that. Hey, isn't that beautiful?
[Laughing] Isn't that beautiful?
Oh, when the fires start to fall...
them that's strongest rule it all!
Oh!
I love this city!
[Fireworks Exploding]
[Both Yelling]
[Grunting, Straining]
Good thing we clipped you in, huh, Frank?
What about me? Who buckled me in?
- I thought you did. - Nah, I thought you did.
- I'm sorry about that, sir. - Yeah, right.
Aah! Stop jerkin'my pole!
[Cheering]
[Cy] l-I got a fence up my ass, all right? I need something for the pain.
[Woman] We'll get you another sedative.
And somebody'll be by to take you to the O.R., hopefully sometime this morning.
Hopefully? Hopefully sometime this morning?
Oh, Frank. Frank. Psst.
You saved my life.
Yeah, I know.
Nurse Crupp, we're gonna need some Valium here. He's waking up again.
- Where's that Valium? - Coming.
Frank, give me a hand over here. I gotta get something between his teeth.
- [Burke] Don't! Don't do it! - Valium's in.
How many times have you shocked him tonight?
Fourteen. Finally got him a room up in I.C.U.
He should be up there in a couple hours.
What are you gonna do, have somebody follow him with a defibrillator?
That's a good one, Frank. No, but we might surgically implant one...
around the shoulder over here, 'bout the size of my thumb.
Two electrodes connected to the heart.
Sends a shock whenever he needs it.
Or we could just send him home with a defibrillator. He could do it himself.
[Laughter Continues]
I know it ain't funny It ain't funny at all, baby
To land in the cool room, man
Look.
Last night I was weak, and it won't happen again.
All that shit I was sayin' was just 'cause I was stoned.
- Just forget it. - No problem.
Thanks for letting me crash.
It was the best sleep I've had in months.
I used some of your soap.
Did you see my father?
You know, the doctor said that, uh...
that his brain's startin' to come around.
They're just waitin' for his heart to stabilize.
I don't know who to believe. [Chuckles]
Can I bring you back something to eat?
A falafel or some pizza?
No, we just ate.
[Sighs] I keep thinking about how tough my father was.
Now I know he had to be like that...
to make us tough.
'Cause this city...
it'll kill you if you're not strong enough.
No, the city doesn't discriminate.
- It gets everybody. - [Siren Chirps]
I gotta go. Another call.
We're all dying, Mary Burke.
[Siren Wails]
Get ready, Frank.
Missed a drug shooting while you were dicking around in there.
Gonna be trauma tonight, baby.
As long as we keep moving. No standing still.
I'm so bored with the U.S.A. Well, what can I do
Look at your screen! Give us some blood!
66-X ray, a man at the bus terminal...
shot three years ago says his arm hurts.
I'm so bored with the U.S.A. Well, what can I do
Come on, Tom. Pick up a job.
You want some bum in the bus terminal? We'll wait for a real call.
- Let's get in a fight then. - Who with?
Keep driving. Keep moving. No stopping. We're sharks. We stop too long, we die.
Let's break something, Tom. Let's bust something! Let's bomb something!
What do you wanna break?
- Let's break some windows! - Why?
Destruction! Distraction! I feel the need!
You need a reason, Frank. You just don't go around breaking people's windows.
- That's anarchy. - What's the reason, Tom?
All right, let me think. Oh, look at this.
Classic cabbie move. Hey, swami!
It's called a crosswalk! You're supposed to stop before it, not on it!
You Senegalian raghead! Motherfucker!
I know who to work over.
Him!
This guy's been terrorizin' the neighborhood for weeks...
ever since he got out of jail, wreaking general havoc...
contributing to the bad name of the place.
You know, the term "menace to society" was made up for him!
- He's crazy. He can't help it. - Oh, yeah?
Well, why don't they put him away?
Prisons don't want him.
I took him to the hospital yesterday. I gave him a cup of water.
I was very nice to him. And here he is again.
Oh! Look at that!
Tell me that's a crazy person.
Huh? Every move is calculated!
He knows exactly what he is doing.
Frank, this is the guy.
I've been after him for weeks. He's quick, though.
He runs like a rat. He'd be tough for one person.
- But with the two of us, you know... - Okay, what do I do?
Okay, I'm gonna get out here.
If he sees me, he'll run. He doesn't like me.
You start talkin' to him about baseball or something.
I'll sneak around behind him and get down...
and then you push him.
And when he falls, we get him.
- That's ridiculous. - Believe me. It always works.
Okay?
Havin'fun now!
That's a hell of a swing you got there, Noel.
- I'm thinking Mattingly in his prime. - Mattingly ain't shit.
Me, I swing like Reggie.
Huh? Mr. October, number three.
Game six of the World Series.
All right!
You hit it. Come on, take a crack at it.
It's okay.
Come on, hit it!
- [Laughs] - I better not.
Go ahead. Give it a go.
Try it.
Yeah?
Okay. What the hell.
The next year, tiebreaker for the division in Boston.
The Yanks down two to nothing. Bucky Dent steps to the plate.
- Lucky-Fucky-Bucky, man. - The pitch: high heater.
Bucky knows what's comin'. He steps in.
Smash! Over the Green Monster! Yeah!
Frank! What the...
What the hell are you doin'? Huh?
Now get down those stairs and go after him!
You meet me back here in ten minutes if you can't find him.
Call out if you see him! Remember, he runs like a rat!
Come on, Frank! Get with the program, man!
[Water Dripping]
[Woman Sobbing]
[Sobbing Continues]
[Rose's Voice, Echoing] Why did you kill me, Frank?
I didn't mean to.
You should've helped me.
I tried to help. I wanted to.
Rose?
- Don't you love me? - Rose.
Rose?
[Gasping]
To the moon, Alice! Little motherfucker!
[Yelling]
- Get the kit! We're gonna tube him! - What the fuck?
- Get the kit! - Frank!
You're gonna be all right, Noel. We're gonna save you. Do it, Tom!
I'll call for fuckin' backup! I swear!
- You'd call for backup? Fuck you! - [Bat Strikes Ground]
You're gonna make it. You're gonna make it.
[Constance] Let him through!
[Chattering, Indistinct]
Let him through. Bring him through.
Who got that funky motherfucker this time?
Last show of the night.
What do you got? What... Oh, boy.
- Nurse Crupp! Anybody else hurt? - No.
Get him over by the counter over there.
- Gonna need an X ray for a C-spine. - Got it.
I'm gonna need respiratory down here.
Crazy bastard. At least he's intubated.
- Won't hear him screamin'tonight. - [Griss] People, hear me out.
Now, the path to your well-being and salvation will not be over Griss'body.
You can forget about that, 'cause Griss gets off in 47 minutes.
Then he's goin' home to take a bath. Nice warm bath...
Nurse Crupp, I'm gonna need another line here.
[Crupp] Fine. One second. Here you are.
Notify CAT scan. We're gonna need a C.T. right away. Welcome home, buddy.
[Crupp] Oh, look who we have. You're gonna have to start paying rent here.
- Where are you puttin'him? - [Milagros] Three.
Give me some gloves, please. Nurse, call CA Tscan.
- We'll be there in a couple minutes. - I got it.
Is Patrick Burke here? I brought him in.
[Breathing Apparatus Humming]
- [Burke's Voice] Frank? - Yes?
Where have you been?
What is it?
Let me go.
[Alarm Ringing, Bell Dinging]
Code!
[Continuous Beep]
- [Man] What's this? - Hejust coded.
- What a way to begin the day. - Mm-hmm.
One mil epi. Let me see this.
- This the man in E.R. so long? - Yes, it is.
Seventeen codes. My God.
- Who's this man? - Says he brought him in.
The family?
Seventeen codes.
Well, they must be prepared.
You know how they can be.
Yeah, I know.
Okay, stop C.P.R.
That's it. I'm calling it. 6.02.
Are you gonna tell the family?
[Pounding]
Die! Die! Die!
Son of a bitch! Die! Die!
Die! Die! Die! Die!
Bastard! [Grunts]
- [Ringing] - [Mary] Who is it?
- Frank. - Oh, come on up.
Hi.
He's dead, Mary.
Your father passed.
They just moved him to the second floor, to I.C.U.
He coded.
They shocked him too many times. I'm sorry.
I don't know how he held on as long as he did.
I'm sorry.
You have to keep the body going...
until the brain and heart recover enough to go on their own.
Forgive me, Rose.
It's not your fault.
No one asked you to suffer.
That was your idea.
Noel was almost killed.
I took care of him.
He's gonna pull through.
Would you like to come in?
Yes.
[Sirens Wailing]
[Man On Radio, Indistinct]