Bringing Out the Dead Page #6
Larry and Frank turn, secretly pleased, and wheel Mr. Oh
outside.
CUT TO:
EXT. MERCY EMERGENCY--NIGHT
Larry setting Oh outside the entrance, heading towards the
all night deli. Frank takes out a cigarette.
Mary Burke walks up the drive opening a pack of cigs. Frank
offers her a light. She inhales, exhales:
MARY:
It's my first cigarette in over a
year.
FRANK:
MARY:
It's the waiting that's killing me,
not knowing, you know? It's really
hard on my mother. The doctor doesn't
think my father'll make it. He says
he was dead too long, after six
minutes the brain starts to die and
once that goes, close the door.
FRANK:
You never know.
MARY:
I mean if he was dead, I could handle
that.
FRANK:
At least he's got people around him.
MARY:
I'm not so sure. My father and I
haven't spoken in three years. When
my brother called to say my father
was having a heart attack, that he'd
locked himself in the bathroom, all
the way going over I was thinking
how I was gonna tell him what a
bastard he was. Then when I got up
the stairs and we moved him onto the
bed, I thought of all these other
things I wanted to say.
FRANK:
Even when you say the things, there's
always more things.
MARY:
Right now, I'm more worried about my
mother than anything. They won't let
her see my father.
FRANK:
Go home. Take her home. Get some
rest. Not going to find anything out
now.
MARY:
That's what I told her. If she could
just see him a second, then I could
take her home.
Larry walks back with a coffee for himself and a brown bag
beer for Frank.
LARRY:
Time to switch. I wheel, you heal.
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EXT. LOWER EAST SIDE--NIGHT
4:
00am. The EMS vehicle drives downtown. The city hastransformed:
a deserted city, inhabited by the hardcore:hardcore night-shift employees, hardcore party-goers, hardcore
druggies, hardcore homeless, people with something special
to do or nowhere to go.
RADIO DISPATCHER
12 David on the corner of Thirty-
eight and Two you'll find a three-
car accident, two taxis and a taxi.
One-two Henry, 427 East Two-two,
report of a very bad smell. No further
information ...
Larry driving at a good clip, riding both the gas and the
break pedals, enjoying the newfound freedom of movement.
FRANK:
Larry, swing over on Eighth. We're
gonna hafta run one of these calls.
LARRY:
Relax, will you.
Frank places both hands on the dash as Larry squeals around
a corner.
FRANK (V.O.)
The biggest problem with not driving
is that whenever there's a patient
in back you're also in the back.
The doors close, you're trapped.
Four in the morning is always the
worst time for me, just before dawn,
just when you've been lulled into
thinking it might be safe to close
your eyes for one minute. That's
when I first found Rose ...
Larry slows down on a side street. Frank turns to watch a
homeless man. The man looks back: it's Rose. The Rose face.
FRANK (V.O.) (CONT'D)
She was on the sidewalk, not
breathing.
Frank turns to Larry:
FRANK (CONT'D)
I'm not feeling very well, Larry. I
say we go back to the hospital and
call it a night.
LARRY:
You have no sick time, Frank. No
time of any kind. Everyone knows
that.
FRANK:
Take me back, put me to bed; I
surrender. We've done enough damage
tonight.
LARRY:
You take things too seriously. Look
at us, we're cruising around, talking,
taking some quiet time, getting paid
for it. We've got a good job here.
FRANK:
Yeah, you're right.
Larry pulls into the Jacob Riis projects by the river, slows
to a stop. Larry cuts the lights, not bothering to inform
his partner what his partner already knows: they're taking
a rest.
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EXT. RIIS PROJECTS--NIGHT
13 Zebra sits in the quiet dark. Larry puffs a cigarette.
FRANK:
Tell me, you ever think of doing
anything else?
LARRY:
Sure, I'm taking the captain's exam
next year. After the kids are in
school, Louise can go back to the
post office and, I thought, what the
hell, I'll start my own medic service.
Out on the Island the volunteers are
becoming salaried municipal. It's
just a matter of time and who you
know. Someday it's going to be Chief
Larry calling the shots.
Larry tosses the cigarette out the window, leans against the
door jab, closes his eyes. In a second he's asleep.
Frank turns down the radio volume: the calls are fewer and
further between now. Frank leans back, tries to rest:
FRANK (V.O.)
I'd always had nightmares, but now
the ghosts didn't wait for me to
sleep. I drank every day. Help others
and you help yourself, that was my
motto, but I hadn't saved anyone in
months. It seemed all my patients
were dying. I'd waited, sure the
sickness would break, tomorrow night,
the next call, the feeling would
drop away. More than anything else I
wanted to sleep like that, close my
eyes and drift away ...
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