04x01 - The Screenwriter

[bunniefuu]

Here, Art, you'll need this.

Where's the fire pole?

Hmm?

The fire pole. Where is it?

Oh, this is
a one-story structure.

Uh, make that a two-story
firehouse with fire pole.

I want you to meet
some of the men.

Fellows?

This is Art Frommich.

Roy DeSoto, John Gage.

Paramedics on the A-shift. Hi,
Art.

Art's a screenwriter.

Here to gather material
for a film on paramedics.

Oh, yeah? A training film?

With a $3.25 million budget,

it better not be.

Art has permission from Chief
Houts to ride with the squad.

And I told him you'd
answer any questions.

Sure. Sure.

See you around, Art.
So long, d*ck.

See you later, d*ck.

What movies you written?

Ever see The Thing
that Ate the World?

The Thing that Ate the World?

I envision this paramedic
script a little different somehow.

I want the audience to
feel right down in their gut

what it means to be a fireman,

so they can identify when
you start doing your number.

Our number?

I think he means rescues.

Right on.

Do you wanna see
some of our equipment here?

Yeah. Dynamite.

It's what we use...
But let's get it this way.

You guys just go back to what
you were doing before I came in,

and I'll just hang around,
pick up on the vibes.

Sure. Scene one.

The fire station. The men
are checking their equipment.

They are casual but alert. Any
moment something big may break.

Excuse me!

The men are in a constant
state of readiness.

Any moment that
big bell may ring.

He's a writer?

He's here to tell our story.

Are you sure you want it told?

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER:
Squad 51, a man down.

Corner of Gale and
Waterston. Am Am!

Gale and Waterston.
The squad! Come on!

Time out, 0820. The squad!

STANLEY: Squad 51, KMG 365.

[SIREN WAILING]

This is fantastic.

This is dynamite.

We could mount the camera
right on the hood of the truck.

Just like that chase scene in,
uh... All right, it's the next right.

The next right, Roy. Got it.

What was the name of that movie
where they had the chase scene?

Art!

ART: The moment of truth.

The shriek of the siren
is heard through the city

as the fire truck,
on its mission of mercy,

hurtles toward destiny
at 80 miles an hour.

MAN: [PANTING] Oh, he...

He came barreling
right into the intersection.

Back on the curb, please.
Give us some room.

He didn't even slow up.

[SIREN APPROACHING]
Back on the curb!

All right, fellow,
take it easy. Help's on its way.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:


toxic chemicals are stored
in a tanker.

Use caution.

KELLY ON RADIO: Squad 51,
this is Rampart. Can you send me some EKG?

JOHNNY ON RADIO:


We're sending you a strip.
Vitals to follow.

Pulse is 160. The victim
is in extreme pain, Rampart.

[INTERCOM BEEPING]

This patient is in V-fib.

Rampart, we have lost the
victim's pulse. Beginning CPR.

[RAPID BEEPING]

We're defibrillating
victim, Rampart.

Rampart, we've defibrillated
victim. He's in sinus rhythm.

JOE ON RADIO: Administer 2 amps
sodium bicarb and insert an airway.

KELLY ON RADIO: Start an IV,


DIXIE: Squad 51, continue monitoring
Vitals and transport immediately.

JOHNNY ON RADIO:
We're on our way, Rampart.

Sir, are you hurt anywhere?

You hurt? You feel any pain?

Uh...

Where am I?

Nice smell, isn't it? Yeah.

I was trailing him
when he hit that kid.

JOHNNY: Sir? Are you
feeling any pain?

Um... Who?

Are you feeling any pain?

Would you, uh...

Would you tell Jenny to walk
the dogs tonight, please?

No, he's not in any pain.

Well, we're gonna put him
in the ambulance anyway.

Yeah.

Harold,
why don't you put this guy in the ambulance

and then hang tight until we can get him,
okay?

[GASPING]

You really got
a popliteal pulse.

I'm gonna put on a tourniquet.

He's got a BP of 80 over 60.

My bike.

How bad did she
get it? Pulse is 120.

How bad did she get it? Don't
worry about your bike right now.

Okay, got respirations about 24.

Your bike's gonna be okay.

Just worried
about you right now.

Uh, Rampart,

this is Squad 51.
How do you read?

Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have a male,
approximately 25 years old.

He's been involved
in a motorcycle accident.

His left leg
is hemorrhaging badly.

He has a deep laceration
in his left thigh.

I estimate about, uh,



Probable arterial injury.

BP is 80 over 60,

pulse is 120,
and respiration is 24.

Have you got a tourniquet on it?



Start an IV with Ringer's and
get him in here right away.



I just put a new rake on her.

Cost me five bills.

Officer!

You want to come over and take a look
at his bike and get these people away?

Thank you.

Now, let's move out of the street,
now, folks.

Come on, come on,
up on the sidewalk. Let's go. Come on.

All right, easy,
now. Just settle back and relax, huh?

That includes you, too, mister.

That's okay.
I'm studio personnel.

At the scene,
firemen work feverishly,

pulling twisted bodies
from twisted wreckage.

They work in
tight-lipped silence,

knowing the odds
but willing to double down.

Every day is another
throw of the dice,

and snake eyes is a way of life.

Not bad, eh?

Don't let them
impound my bike, mister.

They leave them out in
the rain. Don't worry about it,

they'll take good care of it.

JOHNNY: Don't worry about your bike,
it's gonna be all right.

[PATIENT PANTING]

All right.

Okay.

Griff Coleman? Right.

Let's get him to One.

Take him into Three.

Now we show the hospital
Emergency Room,

where the many victims of
a violent city wait in silence.

As the camera pans
the Waiting Room...

As the camera pans
the Waiting Room...

As the camera pans
the Waiting Room,

every wound
is a story in itself,

each face a stoic monument
to the human condition.

COP: I know I got
it here some place.

Right, here we are.

Now, your last admit,
Gene Porter. He's in custody.

That's his driver's license.

Okay.

Foxy nurse. Hard as nails,

but the heart is pure gold.

Psychiatric admit?

At least.

Doc,
how's that motorcycle patient doing?

We've got a vascular surgeon
working on him now.

Is he gonna lose that leg?

It doesn't look good.
The artery was severed.

Let's go get washed up. Yeah.

Look, I'll keep
you guys posted, huh?

All right. Thanks, Doc.
See you later.

How's he doing, Mike?

Well, he's got some
disorientation, vertigo.

[sums]

How are you feeling, Mr. Porter?

[CHUCKLES WEAKLY]

Like I got a hangover.

When did you have
your last drink?

Drink?

Last night? This morning?

I can't remember.

Do you have any pain?

Yeah.

My stomach.

[GROANS]

Yeah, that's it, right there.

You had any trouble
with your pancreas before?

No, not that I know of.

Mike, I want a CBC,

a serum amylase,
a flat plate and upright of the abdomen.

Also, a skull x-ray.

Okay.

[sums]

Well, I think you're gonna be fine,
Mr. Porter.

I'll be back to see you
after the tests are in.

Doctor.

Look, uh...

[sums]

Did I have an accident?

Yes.

Did I...

I mean, was there
anybody else hurt?

Yes, I'm sorry to say
someone was injured.

It wasn't Anne, was it?
Or Jenny?

No. No.

No one you know.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Yeah.

Which one is the coffee machine?

That's back in the Waiting Room.

Just turn left at the hall.

Is there something else?

This looks like something
from a science-fiction movie.

Oh, this is our base station.

We make radio contact with
our fire department paramedics.

Dynamite! I've been
looking for this place.

Well, look, this is
a restricted area.

Doc!

How's that kid Griff doing?

Well, we're working on him now.

You know,
Porter's had drunk-driving arrests before.

Oh?

I get off duty
in a half-hour, Doc.

So?

So I'd appreciate Porter's medical
clearance as soon as possible.

We have some tests
to run on him.

Tests? You can smell
that alcohol a mile off!

What do you need tests for?

To determine the extent
of his injuries.

Oh, they don't get hurt, Doc.
That's the thing of it.

The drunk driver comes off
better than the victim.

It's the alcohol that
relaxes their muscles.

Look, I don't have time to
argue accident statistics with you,

so I'll make two points fast.

I'm not influenced by any
crime a patient commits,

and I won't clear Porter until I
know exactly what's wrong with him.

Yeah, but...

ART: Charm you.

DIXIE: Oh, really? Yep. And...

Art, we've been looking
all over for you.

I take it this
gentleman is with you?

You left this in the
waiting room. Ah.

Yeah. Uh, we got
some work here to do.

Maybe you could meet us
at the squad, Art.

I'll see you then.

Sorry, Dix.

Well, listen, fellows,
next time I'd appreciate it

if you would brief
your observers.

Yeah, well, we tried.

The only thing is,
Art is brief-proof.

Yeah. Well,
I didn't spend much time with him,

but I certainly
got that feeling.

[LAUGHS]

We better get out there to
him before somebody else does.

Yeah, see you later.
See you later.

Bye.

Hey, guys, where's
your writer friend?

Where he belongs for once,
with a typewriter.

Oh, he left already? No,
no. He's in the office, there.

You know, I get a feeling you're not
head-over-heels in love with this guy.

No. I don't know why he
needs to visit a fire station.

His imagination tops anything
we got around here for real.

Isn't that the truth.

The Thing that Ate the World!

He wrote that?

That's one of my favorite films!

[sum-nus]

Figures.

How's the screenplay coming?

Slow.

Say. Cap.

I hear you write up
all your rescues on a log.

Yeah, we do. Fires, too.

Dynamite!

Must be enough action
for a hundred scripts.

How about if I take a look?

Well, you can't do that,
see. That's legally confidential.

It's like a patient's
medical record.

Only somebody like a
lawyer with a court order

can see any part of it.

Okay. Okay.
Look, I tell you what.

If you don't think you're getting
enough material riding with the squad,

why don't you ask the guys to
tell you some of their experiences?

Think they would?

I don't see why not,
if you approach them the right way.

Roy DeSoto,

this is your life!

Uh, see,
I was a junior at Norwalk High School

when I first got interested
in being a fireman.

Actually there was
a fire station

that was just down the
street from where I lived...

Chet Kelly,

this is your life.

Thank you, Ralph.

Hi, Mom!

Now wait a minute, fellows.

I'm sorry,
I guess I should have been more specific.

All I really want
is for you to reminisce

about the greatest
experience in your life.

My greatest experience?

You wouldn't be able
to film it, pal.

I'll tell you about it, though.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER: Station 51,
industrial accident.

Fabrics company. Shire
and Atwill. Shire and Atwill.

Time out, 1016.

Station 51, KMG 365.

Where's Art?

g*ng, let's go!

[SIRENS WAILING]

If you've got anything for restraining
a wild bull, you'd better bring it in.

Wild bull?

It's one of the men.
About 260 pounds.

What happened? I don't
know. He just went berserk.

He's in there.

He was treating the lining with
spray. One minute he's at work,

and the next
he's a raving animal.

What was he using?
What chemical?

I can't remember the
name. Some new stuff.

Chet! Air masks!

He's quiet now, but, boy,
you wouldn't get me down there.

He tried to k*ll a guy
who went in after him.

There he is.

What's his name? Al.

How are you feeling, Al?

Just lovely.
How are you feeling?

Couldn't be better.

Why don't you
come on out of there?

Why don't you
come down and get me?

Hey, Al? Yeah?

Hey, buddy, your foreman
sent the men home, with pay.

Don't you want to spend
your day off some place else?

[CHUCKLES]

You tell the foreman

to come down here and
tell me that to my face.

No way am I going
down there. Mmm!

Rampart, this is Squad 51.

Go ahead, 51.
We have a male patient here.

Approximately 30 years of age.

He's suffering
what appears to be

a chemically-induced psychosis.


the name of the chemical?

Stan...

Uh, it's tetraethyl lead.

That'
do it. Try to
sedate him with diazepam,

10 milligrams, W-A, Rampart.

The patient is unrestrained.

He weighs about 250
or 260 pounds.

We may only get
one cr*ck at him.


but watch yourself.



AI!

Listen, I'm gonna have two paramedics
and my crew come down there.

They're gonna help you out.

What's that stuff
on their faces?

It's just air-masks. See?
That ain't gonna hurt you.

Nobody's coming near me
with that stuff.

How long since
he stopped spraying?

Oh, about a half-hour.

Okay, take them off!

Okay. Now, just take it easy.

No one's gonna
hurt you. It's okay.

Not gonna hurt you.

There we go. Easy.

Not gonna hurt you.

All right, now, take it easy.
Take it easy, all right?

Nobody's gonna hurt you. Now,
take it easy. Hey, guys...

[BELLOWING]

[SCREAMING]

Whoa, whoa,
whoa! Whoa! Hey! Get off of me!

[SCREAMING]

STANLEY: Johnny!
FOREMAN: Let him go!

Back off of him!

[GRUNTING]

Come on, fellows! Hold him down!

Just a few more amps.

[GROANING] Oh, God!

Next time, how about
I give the sh*t?

All right, lower the Stokes.

KELLY: She came to us
with a diagnosis of...

A tentative diagnosis
of inner-ear themia,

and I haven't got
the lab reports back yet.

Kel? Excuse me.

Mrs. Porter's in
the waiting room.

Thanks, Dix.

Mike, let me catch you
with that later.

Mrs. Porter?

Yes, Doctor.

I'm Dr. Brackett.

I just received the test
results on your husband.

Oh, please, Doctor, no one's told
me anything yet. Is he hurt badly?

Well, it doesn't seem so.

Although the blood tests did reveal
some inflammation of the pancreas.

I can't be sure yet,
but it was very likely caused by alcohol.

But Gene doesn't drink anymore.

Well, I haven't drawn
any conclusions yet,

but the circumstances surrounding
the accident make it appear otherwise.

Look, Doctor, I don't want you
to get the wrong idea, but if...

I say, if he was drinking,
would you notify the police?

Mrs. Porter, just
before the accident,

a policeman observed your
husband driving in an erratic manner.

And liquor was found in the car.

So he's under arrest?

Yes.

May I see him now,
please, Doctor?

Just as soon as we draw
samples for additional tests.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'll let you know.

Here, hon. Take this.

Thank you.

Are you here to see a relative?

Yes, my husband.

Same here.

[sums]

I think I'd be all right
if it weren't for the waiting.

I can just imagine his face
when they tell him.

Tell him what?

That they've amputated his leg.

Oh, no!

How did it happen?

Drunk driver.

Mrs. Porter, you may
see your husband now.

[WHISPERING] Yeah.

Mrs. Porter?

Yes.

This way.

I'm so sorry.

I know.

Hi, honey.

Hi.

Well, I guess I just had the
opposite of a guardian angel.

Ain't it a kick
the way things happen?

Hey, why the long face?

You'd think you were
the one in the accident.

You know,
it could have been worse.

You know, even the car's
all right? Huh?

I suppose it just takes a
while for good news to sink in.

I know. You must have been worried
sick till you found out I was okay.

Where's Jenny?

I got a sitter.

Did you tell her? No.

I told her I was going
to your office.

I told you,
I don't like you to lie to Jenny.

I mean, how is she going to
learn to tell the truth if we don't?

Well, she's sure not
gonna learn it from me.

Because I'm a liar.

The worst kind.

I lie to myself,

pretending you've changed.

But, Gene, I just met a woman
outside who has to live with the truth.

What truth?

What you did to her husband!

Chet, why is it you're
always making chili

and Marco's always making
corned beef and cabbage?

What's the difference? It all
winds up tasting the same anyway.

You know, one senses
from your ill dispositions

that Art is failing
to grow on you.

Oh, he's growing
on me, all right.

Trouble is, I can't get him off!

Well, don't feel
like you're all alone.

He's got Stoker out back
explaining how to hang hose.

Who's explaining? Who knows?

Hey, well, somebody better
explain to them that lunch is ready.

Well, he's probably almost
through researching anyway.

Isn't he?

Nice try.

Pardon me, is this the station
that Art Frommich is visiting today?

[STAMMERING] Yes. Yes.
Yes, it certainly is.

Hi there. I'm Captain Stanley.

Come on. This is Roy DeSoto,
Chet Kelly, and Marco Lopez.

Hi, boys.

Won't you have a seat here?

[WHISPERING] I don't believe it! She's
the pinup on the back of Gage's locker!

So, have you ever been in
a fire station before, Miss...

October.

Renee.

No, actually,
this is my first time.

How about you?

What?

He comes here a lot.
He's the captain.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Oh!

Gee, I think I smell
something burning.

Oh! My chili!

Wow, this is really exciting!

Imagine, my first time
in a fire station,

and I almost got
to see a real fire!

[CHUCKLING DUMBLY] Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Art! Renee! Baby!

[SMOOCHING DRAMATICALLY]

[MOANING DRAMATICALLY]

Hi, sweetie pie!

Hi, baby. How did you
track me down?

Oh, the studio told me.

They're not going to
sh**t my scene until 3:00.

So I thought maybe we
could have lunch or something.

Dynamite! Come on,
baby, let's go.

Uh...

[STAMMERING] Why
don't you have lunch here?

I mean, we have plenty of food,

and Chet makes the best
chili in the Fire Service.

Right, Chet?

Huh?

Really, you're a great
bunch of guys,

but I wouldn't wanna
hold you up.

HANK: Please, it's our pleasure.

Right! So it's all settled.

Come on, have a seat. Here,
I'll get you some extra plates.

Could somebody make me
a Brandy Alexander?

Sure!

I'm sorry, Renee,
we don't have liquor at the fire station.

Oh! No.

Honey, let's not
hold these guys up.

I know a nice little place not far
from here, we could have a steak.

No, you're not holding us up!

You know what you're
gonna be missing?

You're probably gonna be missing the
most exciting rescue of the whole day.

I mean, we always get a run right
in the middle of lunch. Right, guys?

Yeah! That's right!

Yeah, but you know what they say,
John, baby.

All work and no play,
if you know what I mean.

Gee, I just love to play.

Isn't she something else?

Come on, baby, let's split, huh?

Bye! It was nice meeting all
of you. I really enjoyed myself.

Okay. All right, baby.
Go ahead. That's it.

Hang in there, men.

Johnny?

Johnny? Hey. Cheer up, pal.

The best chili in
the Fire Service. Huh?

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER: Squad 51,
maternity case

in the parking lot of the shopping center,
March and Hillhaven.

March and Hillhaven.
Time out, 1205.

KMG 365.

[SIREN WAILING]

Okay, you wanna move
back here, please?

Thank you. Excuse us, please.

Excuse us. Thank you.

All right, how frequent
are the contractions?

How often are the pains?

[WOMAN GROANING]

Sir? Sir. We're going to
need your cooperation.

How frequent are
the contractions?

[INAUDIBLE]

[GROANING]

They're both deaf
and can't speak.

JOHNNY: Rampart,
this is Squad 51. How do you read?

KELLY: Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have a female,
approximately 30 years old.

Contractions every
two to three minutes.

JOHNNY: She has labor contractions
every two to three minutes apart.

Rampart, the victim is
deaf and cannot speak.





Ask her if she's prime-ip.



Sir? Sir? Has she had
children before?

One.

Rampart, that's negative.
She's had one child.



Well, Rampart, we're about 10
minutes away from the hospital,

but the ambulance
hasn't arrived yet.

Are you indoors?

Negative, Rampart,
we're out on the sidewalk.

Recommend moving her
into the market.





Okay, you have...
You have to relax!

Take short breaths!

Tell her...

"Take short breaths."

Short breaths.

[GROANS]

I'll get the gurney. All right.

We're gonna have to
move her inside.

Into the market.

Hey, what's going on?

We got a woman who's
gonna have a child here.

Can we get into a back
room or something?

We can't get her
to the hospital.

Sure, sure. Come on,
right back this way.

All right.

Right in here.

I'll make sure
everybody keeps out.

Thanks.

Sir.

Tell her when the pain starts,

to take a deep breath,
and then blow it out,

and then take
another deep breath,

and hold it in
as long as she can.

All right?

ROY: Bear down real hard, now.

She's just about ready to crown.

Push harder!

What's happening?

Delivery. Johnny and Roy.

They left the Biophone open.

The head's coming through.

[GRUNTING] Okay.

All right, now...

I'm gonna just push... Okay.
Yeah, and get a towel there.

Okay, head's rotating.

All right. Now, have her push.

Can you have her push?

[PANTING]

[WOMAN PANTING]

Wait a minute.
Pull her shoulder down, too.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay, her card's
free. It's free.

All right.

All right!

There! That ought to do it.

Get the suction.

That's good.

Now, let's see
how strong your lungs are.

[SPANKING]

[BABY WAILING]

Aspirate her.

Okay.

It's a girl.

It's a girl.

Rampart, Squad 51.

Go ahead, 51.

It's a girl.

Yeah, we heard. Congratulations,
YOU guys.

Transport as soon as possible.



Bye-bye.

Oh, Kel, here are the results of the other
blood tests you ordered for Gene Porter.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

Calcium level's normal.

Well, that blows my theory.

What theory?

That Porter has hypercalcemia.

You sound disappointed.

Well, he's gonna feel
the full weight of the law

unless it's shown
he wasn't intoxicated.

Well, do you have
any doubt that he was?

I did. There wasn't
any alcohol in his blood.

What about the
bottle in the car?

It's just possible that he
bought the bottle this morning

because something made him
unusually depressed.

He could have had the
accident before he took a drink.

Is that Gene's version?

He doesn't remember anything
about this morning.

Well,

hypercalcemia would account for
the same symptoms as intoxication,

including retrograde amnesia.

Right.

Wait a minute.

Didn't you say Porter
had pancreatitis?

Yeah.

And yet the test showed that
the calcium level was normal.

Of course! That's it, Joe!

Hey, thanks for the lead.

Anytime.

Hey, Roy,
Art's been gone to lunch an awful long...

Cool it. Hi, gentlemen,
how's the fire biz?

Hello, Art.

Hi, Gagey, baby.

Well! After lunch with Renee,
I feel ready for a three-alarm fire.

Yeah, well, that reminds me.

Why don't we step
into the kitchen?

I'd like to talk to you
for a minute.

Dynamite.

You know, Art,
I've been thinking.

There is not really too much
excitement around here.

I mean, we're kind of
a slow station and all,

and I bet the studio is kind
of breathing down your neck

to get the script
finished, aren't they?

They sure are. Yeah.

Well, Station 43's
right down the road here,

and they've been averaging
about 10 runs a day.

You get my meaning?

Yeah. They're busier.

No.

[STAMMERING] No,
that isn't what I was saying, Art.

Art, what I'm saying is,
is why don't you ride with 43?

Now, I've already talked to
d*ck Friend about it, and...

Forget 43.

I got a flash at lunch.

To base the hero of the movie
on an actual paramedic.

Use his own name and life story,

like the movie based
on that New York cop.

Give the public a real-life
hero. What do you think?

Well...

It may play-

You better believe it.

Of course, it needs the right guy,
who can handle the pressure,

promotional tours, guest spots,

premieres, endorsements,
chicks calling him night and day...

Carol, tell them I want these
reports as soon as possible.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.

I have a couple of questions.

Have you actually seen your
husband take a drink recently?

No. He knows I'd be upset.

[sums]

Then have you detected
alcohol on his breath at all?

Not actually, no.

But he slurs his speech sometimes,
and he forgets things.

And his coordination...

Well, those symptoms you
just described were caused

by the over-functioning of a
small gland in Gene's neck,

causing a high level
of calcium in his blood.

It took us a while to detect it

because the malfunctioning of his
pancreas made the high level appear normal.

Is that serious?

It will require an operation. He
should come through that fine.

But the bottle in the car indicates
that he was very close to taking a drink.

The hypercalcemia symptoms apparently
put him under a lot of mental stress.

That, we can alleviate.

Still, he's been through a
very traumatic experience.

And he's going to need
a lot of support, right?

All you can give him.

Well, Doctor, let's get started.

Good.

And this here is the helicopter
that we used last year

when we saved those kids when
they were trapped up on that cliff.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember.

Helicopter sh*ts are beautiful things,
you know?

Oh, yeah? They delight the eye.

You take a helicopter,
you sh**t a helicopter.

Yeah. See?

And you always get a
nice feeling about the...

How many kids you got, Gage?

Kids?

[CHUCKLES]

I don't have any kids.

Well, that's too bad.

Gotta have a family man,
someone the audience can identify with.

Oh.

Well, how soon are you
going to sh**t this film, Art?

On the other hand,

maybe a single fellow would
appeal to the younger set.

Yeah!

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER: Station 51,
Engine 29, Engine 31, Truck 127.

Structure fire at the Kiddytime
Toy Factory. 805 East Billingsley.

805 East Billingsley.

Cross street, Niles Boulevard.
Time out, 1655.

Station 51. KMG 365.

[SIRENS WAILING]

One of my men is still in there!

Something blew in the
section where we paint our dolls!

[expl*si*n] Inside! Hurry up,
guys. We got a man in there!

Okay, look, help us out,
would you?

I've got another
engine coming in,

so move those cars back
out of there for me.

Okay!

We've got a man inside.
Where's...

Get away from under those lines!

Okay. Got him. Got him?

Okay, there you go.

Time it.

JOHNNY: V-fib. Hit him.

Clear!

V-fib. Hit him again.

Clear!

Sinus rhythm.

Carotid? Yeah.

You hurt?

I think I'm all right.
I'm just pinned in.

Marco! Give me a hand over here!

Just right there.

You all right?

Let's get out of here.

Rampart, this is Squad 51.
How do you read?

Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have a male, age 30,

downed by an electrical shock.

He was in V-fib,
have now defibbed.

He's now in sinus rhythm with palpable
carotid and spontaneous respiration.

Vital signs to follow.
Request permission to start IV.


and give one amp bicarb.



You all right?
There's a man in there!

He's back in the west end of
the building near the solvent t*nk.

Cap, we got
another man in there.

John, go. All right.

Engine 29,
pull a two and a half. We got a man inside.

Engine 31, take the
west side of the building.

MAN: Hey! Hey! Over here!

[PANTING]

Get me out of here
before these tanks blow up!

Hold on, just hang on.

[YELLS]

Hold it. Hold it.

Chet! Give me a hand!

JOHNNY: This is better.

See what you can do.

Okay, slide down a little.

All right, get up.

Let's get out of here. Okay, go!

Come on, go, go!

JOHNNY: Get back with
your hoses! It's gonna go!

[EXPLOSIONS]

Dynamite stuff, eh, Art?

Yeah. You said it.

I can see the climactic
scene right now.

Toy factory consumed in flames,

firemen heroically trying to
save the dolls for the little children.

But what the firemen don't know

is these dolls were created
to destroy the world.

The opening of the picture
shows this guy getting fired

because he invented
a life-sized doll

that looks, talks and acts
exactly like Renee.

All right. He vows revenge.

Then we cut to his laboratory,

where he's building several of
these miniatures... Well, why not... Art?

And they all look like Renee,
they are... Why not... Art? Art.

What happened to the paramedics?

And the Fire Department,
and the...

Passé.

Pass... Passé. Passé.

What with these new
cop versions and all...

No! Gotta have
something really new!

And The Dolls that Ate the World

is it.

I'll invite you to the premiere.

Fade in. Scene one, act one...

How's he doing?

He's gonna be fine.

How's the script coming?

I just got replaced by a doll.

Well, that's show biz.

[SIREN WAILING]