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Squad 51 at scene.

Get a pry bar.

Get a reel line on it.

And watch it, the gas
line might be broken.

L.A., Engine 51.

Vehicle accident with an injury.

Respond an ambulance on this.

Station 51 out, 30 minutes.

Get the other door.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Get Porta Power. Seat's jammed.

Bonnie? Bonnie?

Bonnie? Is she all right?

Has she got someone
in here? A child maybe?

Bonnie. Bonnie.

Okay, hit it.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

How do you read?

Rampart Base, this is Rescue 51.

Do you read?

51, Rampart Base. I
read you loud and clear.

We have a traffic accident.

One victim, female.
Approximately 25.

Patient was pinned
behind steering wheel,

and there is a slight swelling
beginning on her forehead.

Probably hit steering wheel.

She's still conscious.

Vital signs, 90 over 50.

Rate, 84.

Respiration's about
45 and shallow.

She seems to have
pain when breathing.

Any external bleeding?

Very little. A few minor cuts.

Start IV with Ringer's lactate.

Bring her in fast.

Ten-four, IV with
Ringer's lactate.

We'll bring her in.

All right.

All right.

Careful. There's
possible internal injuries.

There.

Engine 106, Truck 106, Squad 6.

A drowning, 24609
Glory Hill Drive.

24609 Glory Hill Drive.

Bring Bonnie. I can't leave her.

Hello there.

How is she?

I'm not too sure. Brackett's
in there with her now.

What happened to Bonnie?

The dog? I've got
her in the squad.

The deputy got yanked
for a bank robbery,

and I wound up stuck with her.

Figured we could drop her off at
the animal shelter on the way in.

I'm not exactly
sure we can do that.

Why not? What else can we do?

Well, it's like this.

Comin' in, the girl
was pretty upset,

more about her dog than herself.

And I kind of promised, uh...

That you'd take care
of the dog for her?

Right?

Yeah, I guess that's what I did.

Used your bedside
manner again, huh?

Just exactly how do
you figure to take care

of the dog for her
while she's in here?

I wish I knew.
But I did promise.

Roy, you wouldn't be able...

How's she doing?

Well, we know she has a
broken rib and a punctured lung.

Beyond that... She's
in x-ray right now.

Did you get her address?

Her name's Paula
Slayton, she's from Chicago.

Chicago?

Seems like she was on her way
to a dog show in Santa Barbara.

She sure is concerned
about that dog of hers.

We know. Johnny here
promised he'd look after it for her.

Does she have any
relatives in town?

Don't know. She
wasn't too coherent.

Guess you'll have to
take the dog home with you

until someone can get
some more information on her.

I live in an apartment. No pets.

Did she mention
a friend? Anybody?

Nope.

I'd better go look in on her.

She should be ready
to go into intensive care.

Don't look at me,
partner. I've got a dog

and two kids.

And with the three of them,
Bonnie wouldn't last an hour.

Nice dog, I suppose?

I hope so.

Dix?

What would I tell my cat?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

I'll try to call you if we
find out anything further.

Thanks, Dix.

Steady, girl. Take it easy.

I think she's okay.

You think?

What's with her anyway? She didn't
act like this when I brought her over.

She's just scared.
She doesn't mean it.

They're supposed
to wag their tails

when they don't mean it.

Come on.

I don't see her tail wagging.

See, she's accepted you.

In my own squad? Marvelous.

Tell you one thing, partner.

If she bites me, I want some
other paramedic to treat me.

Very funny.

Hey, Johnny.
What's with the dog?

Well, you see... He's
from that accident.

Yeah, except he's a she.

Watch out, Cap. She's
still kind of shook up.

That's just what we need
around here, a shook up dog.

It'll only be for
a little while.

How little?

A couple of hours, maybe.

The hospital's going to find
out who the girl knows in town.

We'll let them take her.

Is she from out of town?

Chicago.

But she does know
someone in L.A.?

We're not sure, no.

Whose idea was this?

Mine.

I promised the girl that I wouldn't
let 'em put Bonnie in a shelter.

She sure is thirsty.

Yeah, poor little mutt.

I mean, if I'd been
in an accident,

darned if I'd want them
to shove me in a pin

with a bunch of strange dogs.

Well, if we get a bell, you make
sure she's tied up and comfortable.

I'll find a good
place for it right now.

And if we're out five
or six hours on a fire...

I'll, uh, clean up after her.

May I speak to Dixie
McCall in ER, please?

This is Fireman Gage.

Yes, I'll hold.

Sit. Sit.

Bonnie.

Uh, Dixie? Johnny.

Say, is there any word
on that Slayton gal yet?

Afraid not. We still
don't have the x-rays.

I understand.

Well, I'll call you as soon as
we know something definite.

Bye.

Okay.

Where's the doctor?
Where's the doctor?

Where's the doctor?

What's the matter?

I've got to get a doctor.

All right. I'll get you a
doctor. Tell me what's wrong.

It's my daughter.
She can't breathe.

Where is she? Where is
your daughter? I want a doctor.

Outside, she's dying. Come on.

Yes.

Right here. Oh, if
you'd just get a doctor.

My poor baby.

You can see she
can't get any air.

Could you please
get out of the way?

Come on. Out of
the way. Come on.

What's the trouble?
Come on. Huh?

What's wrong?

Oh, my God.

All right, let's get her
in. Come on, hurry.

Hurry up.

Loosen her bra. Oh,
dear God in heaven.

What is it, Joe?

I don't know, just
getting started.

She's coming around.

Was she out when you got there?

She passed out while
I was looking at her.

What seems to be the problem?

No air, no air.

Have you had this before?

No.

How did this begin?

Just, just all at once.

Do you have any pain?

My chest.

Back to normal respiration.

Was anybody with her?

A woman. Her mother, I guess.

What did she have to say?

Nothing useful.

Is the mother still outside?

Mmm-hmm.

I'll go talk to her.

Mrs. Leeds? Yes.

I'm Dr. Brackett. I wonder
if I could talk to you.

It's her heart, isn't it?

Oh, I know it's her heart.

Well, we haven't completed
the examination yet,

but I don't think she's
having a heart attack.

How long has your
daughter been like this?

Oh, I don't know. I don't
know. Maybe an hour.

What brought it on, any idea?

We were just talking,
around the house, you know.

And... and all at once,
Jenny sat down and said:

"I can't breathe."

Your daughter lives with you.

Yes. Well, for the
past couple of days.

She and Ed, that's her husband,

had a fight, and I told
her, "Come on home, baby.

He's no good for you."

Does she have any
special medical problem?

No.

Has she been taking
any medication?

Just tranquilizers.

Her doctor prescribed them.

She's sensitive. Very sensitive.

All the women
in the family are...

Then she's been upset lately?

Ed, he'd upset anybody.

Was there any
real trouble today?

No.

He'd stopped phoning.

I told him, just like
that, "Leave her alone."

Jenny was talking
about going back to him.

What goes through her mind?

I'll never know.

That pain in your
chest, is it bad?

Kind of.

Can you move your legs?

How do they feel?

Kind of tingly, like
pins and needles.

Let's see you move
your right leg again.

What about your arms?

The same, tingly.

But my mouth, it's all numb.

Can you feel my fingers?

I want you to take hold of them.

Close your hand on them.

Could it have emotional origin?

You know what I'm thinking?

She's hyperventilating.

That'd fit.

Dixie, hand me one of
those paper bags, will you?

Jenny, I'm going to
put this over your face.

I want you to breathe into
it for me, through your nose.

Understand?

No. Inhale from the bag, too.

Now there's nothing to
be frightened of, Jenny.

You're just breathing
your own carbon dioxide.

Feeling any better?

Uh-huh.

Does your chest still hurt?

It's going away.

You're getting some more
feeling back in your arms.

Yes.

Good.

Can you breathe
all right without it?

I think so.

I'm going to have Miss
McCall give you a tranquilizer.

Then I'll stop back
in, in a few minutes.

In the meantime, I
want you to try and relax.

Try to breathe normally.

If you feel the problem's
coming back, use this.

Okay.

Cap. Hi.

Bonnie.

Anybody seen the dog?

Uh-uh.

Bonnie?

Bonnie, come
here, girl. Come on.

She's in here.

Oh, good. I was
worried for a minute.

Right over there.

Oh, no.

Darned mutt.

I'll clean it up.

Too bad about
your pillow though.

Your pillow.

Yeah.

Well, I couldn't
really talk to her,

but I could ask her
some yes-no questions.

Uh-huh.

I see, Dix. Thanks a lot. Bye.

Well, which one of you guys
would like to take Bonnie home

for a couple of days?

Is that all? A paper bag?

Isn't modern science wonderful?

But you must have
done something else.

I mean, I felt like I was dying.

You've been under some tension.

Oh, a lot, believe me.

Maybe, because of
this, you got anxious

afraid you couldn't breathe,

so you started breathing
faster and faster.

What happened was
you hyperventilated.

You flooded your
body with oxygen

and flushed out most
of the carbon dioxide.

But you need carbon dioxide

to trigger your
breathing reflex.

So the faster you
breathed, the more you felt

like you were going to smother.

Breathing from
the bag simply put

some of the carbon dioxide
back into your system.

This can happen again, can't it?

Hmm, that's pretty
much up to you.

We'll forward your test
results to your family doctor,

you go see him as
soon as possible.

You take his advice, and you
won't have any more of these attacks.

Baby. Baby, I've
been so worried.

Doctor, I don't know what to do.

I'd keep that paper bag handy.

Baby.

As soon as we get home,
I'm putting you right to bed.

I'm gonna make you
some chicken broth.

She ought to put a bag on Mama.

Maybe she's not the problem.

Wanna bet?

What've you got?

You're low, Gage.
You've got the dishes.

Tell you what.

I know how we
can settle this thing

about the dog, fair and square.

As far as we're
concerned, it's settled.

Deal another hand.

Loser takes Bonnie
home with him.

How about it?

Come on, you guys.
Don't be that way.

Bonnie, what am I
gonna do with you?

What's the matter?

Come on. Take it
easy. What's the matter?

I made it.

Here, come on. Try and sit here.

I made it.

Right here, come on. Come on.

Help.

Help. Help.

I should have known better.

What's the trouble?
Stupid, stupid.

He just wandered in. I
think he's been drinking.

Can you stand up, fella?

Doctor.

Easy now. On your feet.

I need... I've gotta get a...

We've got a fighter.
Charley, come on.

Is he drunk?

Probably.

What do you want
us to do with him?

He's not drunk.

Get him to a
treatment room. Fast.

His name is Peter Ballard.

He lives in Woodland Hills.

Is there a family
physician? A relative?

Somebody we can contact?

No, nothing.

You figure it's insulin shock?

It figures.

That's why the
glucose injection.

He should be coming
around any minute.

He seems to be in
good shape generally.

I wonder why he let himself
get out of balance like this.

He should know better.

Gage, what'd you do with her?

I put her out in the
camper, Captain.

Good.

Now maybe we can get some sleep.

Roy.

What do you want?

Look, isn't there some way
you can take her tomorrow?

Our dog's got an
exclusive on the house.

Hey, Chet, how about you?

Come on, you can take her.

Forget it.

Gage?

Right.

I hope you're satisfied.

Look, I've been
going out of my mind.

I've been calling everywhere.

And then somebody here said,

"Yes, Peter Ballard's
been admitted."

I don't understand.
What's wrong?

Are you a relative?

No, I'm a close friend.

I mean, everything
seemed all right,

and then he just
got up and left.

He hardly said a word.

What's wrong?

He had hypoglycemia.

Insulin shock.

You didn't know?

No.

Peter's a diabetic.

He'd been drinking tonight?

You mean he's not supposed to?

Alcohol and sweets, he has
to be very careful about them.

I know he's always been

you know, fussy
about what he eats.

I've always kidded him about it.

Tonight, it's my birthday

and there were
some other couples,

and we kept at him. You know:

"Come on, Peter, break
down. Have another drink."

All he had to do
was say something.

Just tell us.

We've been going
steady a whole year.

He never even mentioned it.

Nurse, is there a medical reason

why a person with
diabetes can't get married?

No.

Well, he's never
mentioned that, either,

marriage.

Sometimes people, especially
men, with a chronic illness feel

somehow impaired, ashamed of it.

In a hospital, you
get to see a lot of it.

Well, I know about it now.

And it doesn't
make any difference.

You know, the way I feel.

I'd better go
straighten him out.

Can I talk to him?

Mornin'.

Mornin'.

You must've got here early.

I never left.

You're kiddin'.

Nope.

I've been swappin' shifts.

I didn't know what else to do.

I've been here for
three solid days.

Sleeping in the camper?

Mmm-hmm.

Maybe in a week or two I
might even get used to it.

Squad 51. Heart attack.
2302 Highview Lane.

2302 Highview Lane.
Cross street, Ramada.

An ambulance will be dispatched.

Time out: 1307.

Squad 51. Ten-four.

Gage, where are you?

Come on, we've
got a run to go on.

You're cutting it pretty fine.

♪♪

Where's the patient?

Hey, don't knock
yourselves out, fellas.

It's all a big joke.

Thank God, you're here.

What seems to be the problem?

Heart attack, I... I think.

Do you have any pain?

Do something for me, will you?

Just take it easy. Where is it?

Here.

And it's pretty bad, boys.

Ah, Lee, come on.
Cut it out, will you?

Can't you leave him alone?

Oh, don't take it so big, Holly.

When did it start?

Half an hour, I think.

He tried lyin' down,
but it didn't help.

I couldn't get
anybody to listen.

I didn't know what to do.

He's always pulling something.

Help me, boys, please.

We will. You can count on it.

Rampart, this is 51.

How do you read?

51, Rampart Base, I
read you loud and clear.

Ten-four.

We have a possible
heart-attack victim.

Approximate age,
45-year-old male.

55, if he's a day.

Severe pains in his left arm.

He is dyspneic and diaphoretic.

Hold for vital signs.

Here, breathe this. It'll help.

He was on The Late
Show last night, wasn't he?

It was a good picture.

Tha-Thanks.

Rampart, vitals signs.
Pulse, 92, irregular.

Respiration, 32.

Blood pressure, 100 over 60.

EKG shows T wave changes.

We'd like to start an IV.

Ten-four. Stand by.

Dr. Brackett.
Dr. Brackett, please.

How about a little drinky?

Don't get in the way.

Help me. Help me!

I'm dying.

They want to start IV.

51, go ahead with your IV.

Ten-four. Start IV.

Make a fist.

You're gonna feel
a little needle sting.

Go ahead, I'm game.

Attaboy, tiger.

You remember the time he
disappeared and said he was kidnapped?

And those wild phone calls
in the middle of the night?

"I managed to break away.

They've been
beating me. Help me."

Too much.

How about the time he
said his horse threw him?

All right.

51, send me a strip of EKG.

Hello, Operator, I want to make

a person to person
call to London, England.

Put that down. Get
that away from her.

Give me that!

Holly.

This is Rampart
Emergency. Get off the line.

Sorry.

51, what's goin' on?

We've got a bunch of
drunks on our hands.

Dr. Brackett,
we've got IV started.

Listen, I got some hospital.

Harry, I think this is for real.

He's an only child.

You grasp the psychological
significance, don't you?

He needs attention.

You're wrong.

I'm going.

Rampart, he's in V-fib.

Stand back! Now get back!

Wish we had a camera on this.

Lee.

All clear?

Oh, Lee!

Rampart, we
cardioverted successfully.

Send me another strip of EKG.

Administer lidocaine,
50 milligrams.

IV push.

Lidocaine, 50
milligrams. IV push.

Hey,

I thought I was gone.

51, is the ambulance there yet?

Uh, negative, Rampart.

Get him in here as
soon as you stabilize him.

Ten-four.

I told you!

I told you, It was for real!

Get out of here,
you lousy vultures.

The party's been
over a long time.

You're waiting for the doctor?

Yes. The nurse already told me.

It looks like he's
gonna be all right.

I'm glad.

Oh, thank you.

Dr. Alan, 63.

Hey, I've been meaning
to call you, Johnny.

I talked to Paula
Slayton this morning.

Oh, yeah? How is she?

Her lung's holding.

Say, did you know that
dog of hers is a champion?

No.

She is.

Her full name's
Champion Saltwater Taffy.

She's got a pedigree
as long as your arm

and blue ribbons and
cups from here to there.

I'm glad you've been
taking good care of her.

Well, I should hope so.

Do you know how
much the dog is worth?

I haven't any idea.

Champion Saltwater
Taffy is worth $8,000.

And that's conservative.

Think of it. A real champion.

It figures.

It does?

Sure. That last call we got,

she knew two seconds ahead
of time that we were getting it.

How do you explain that?

I can't. It's uncanny.

She started whining
and pulling at the leash.

Coincidence.

No way.

Listen, Roy,

any dog worth $8,000
has got to be smart.

I don't think it's
smart, I think it's weird.

Your problem is you're jealous

because she isn't your dog.

You're forgetting one thing,
she isn't your dog, either.

$8,000.

Conservatively.

You know, that little pooch
is worth more than any of us.

I don't think "pooch" is the
right word for a real champion.

Maybe you ought to start
feeding her steak or prime rib.

She seems to be doin' all right

on just regular dog food.

I hope from now on, you'll
treat her with more respect.

Oh, you can count on it.

I don't care what she's worth.

If she keeps me awake again
tonight, I'm gonna strangle you, Gage.

Squad 51. Hunting accident.

Murdock Flats, Angeles Forest.

Meet Copter 10 at
Rampart General.

Time out: 1523.

You saw it yourself.

Bonnie knew that
call was comin' in.

She must hear a relay
click or something.

Whatever.

Man, she is really somethin'.

Can you fill us in?

Yeah. We got a call from a ranger's
station. Three fellows out hunting.

One of them tried to work
his way down into a canyon

and took a pretty bad fall.

His buddy called it
into the ranger station.

The other fellow's
waiting for us on the ridge.

That's where we're headed now.

Valley, Copter 10, ten-eight,
paramedics onboard.

We're on our way
to Murdock Flats.

Rough spot.

You know it.

How do you wanna do it?

Let's go talk to the pilot.

Victim's on a ledge below, about
150 feet. Think you can take us down?

I can try.

Let's go.

He's in bad shock.

Looks like a fractured skull.

Rampart Base.

This is Rescue 51, do you read?

Fractured tibia, left leg.

Can't be sure
about his back yet.

No gross bleeding.

Rampart, this is Rescue
51. Come in, please.

I think he has
internal bleeding.

We gotta start an IV.

I can't raise 'em. No contact.

There are mountains
all around us.

That's what's doin' it.

Maybe I can relay
you from the copter.

Copter 10, this is Paramedics.

Pick me up off
this ledge, please.

We can't make
contact with the hospital.

Can you take me up till we're
in line of sight with the city?

Then maybe we
can set up a relay.

HT 51, this is Copter 10.

How do you read me?

Copter 10, I have
you loud and clear.

Let me know as soon
as you raise hospital.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

How do you read?

51, Rampart Base
reads you loud and clear.

Rampart, we're right
up above Murdock Flats.

We're treating
a victim of a fall.

Male, approximately 40.

We do not have
direct radio contact.

We do have air-ground relay.

I cannot give you any
telemetered information.

I understand, 51.

What's the patient's condition?

He's in deep shock
and unconscious.

There may be a skull fracture

and, uh, probable
internal injuries.

We'd like to start IV.

What are the vital signs?

Roy, give me the vital signs.

Blood pressure, 80
over 60. Pulse rate, 68.

Respiration, slow and labored.

Pulse, 68. Respiration,
slow and labored.

Blood pressure, 80 over 60.

Ten-four. Start IV with
Ringer's lactate, wide open.

Start IV with Ringer's
lactate, wide open.

How much longer?

It's hard to say.

We're gettin' low on fuel.

I'm going to have to
leave in 10 minutes.

Rampart, we're gonna
lose our helicopter

and our contact with
you in 10 minutes.

How do you advise?

Can you treat the
patient in the chopper?

Affirmative.

Bring him on in.

Ten-four.

Roy, we're gonna lose
our helicopter in 10 minutes.

We'd better get
him out of there.

Ten-four, I'll call you when
I'm ready for the pickup.

Rampart, you'll
lose contact with us

when we drop down
below the mountain.

We'll pick you back up when
we're in line of sight again.

Ten-four.

I'll get the IV.

Okay, we're ready to go.

Okay.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

How do you read?

Squad 51, I read
you loud and clear.

Our ETA is 25 minutes.

I'll take care of it.

What are the vital signs now?

Respiration and pulse unchanged.

Blood pressure, 70 over 45.

He's losing volume.

Set up a second
IV in the other arm.

Ringer's lactate, wide open.

Ten-four.

I think he's got a
pretty good chance.

Great.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Your usual applause?

We're just taking a breather.

Believe me, I wanna
get back to Bonnie.

Oh, I thought
you didn't like her.

Oh, I like her okay.

But I wish you hadn't told
me how valuable she is.

I mean, it's like having
an antique Ming vase.

You always worry about her.

Well, it won't be
much longer now.

Paula Slayton ought to be
out in another day or two.

That'll break Johnny's heart.

Bonnie, come on.

Well, come on.

Come on, girl.

Bonnie, go on.

Come on.

Come on.

Good girl.

I'd like to pay you.

No.

I mean, for the
food and everything.

It was my pleasure, really.

She's one

great little dog.

I can't tell you how much
this means to me, Mr. Gage.

Call me Johnny.

Come on, I'll walk
you out to your car.

Listen, if you're gonna
be in town for a few days,

I'm off-duty tomorrow, so maybe

I can show you
around or something.

Who's the girl with Johnny?

Bonnie's real mother.

She came in to
reclaim her champion.

Good-lookin',
too. I tell you, Roy,

the chicks really dig that Gage.

All kinds of chicks.

Bonnie didn't wanna leave him.

I tell you, Chet,

that fatal charm
of his is too much.

Sometimes he
just can't turn it off.

We should have his problems.

I tried to talk her out of it.

Out of what?

She wouldn't listen to me.

Out of what?

Bonnie's next litter.

I'm gettin' one of her pups.