Desperate Measures Page #2

Right.

Warden's never going to approve|all the stuff I want.

You're going to have to go|over his head.

At least you know I'm calling you|back again in half an hour.

The governor is tied up|in a trade show all day.

Frank, listen to me.

It's going to happen, all right?|It's going to happen.

What about the ventilation?

You think he can get through|the ventilation system?

Not in the new building.|But in the old building...

I'm concerned about the steam tunnels.

Shall we? Let's say hello to him.|He's right here.

- Good.|- Frank Connor, Nate Oliver.

This is Sarah Davis, Governor Walker's|assistant press secretary.

And she has some good news for us.

- What?|- Transplant's going to go down.

Congratulations, Frank.|The chief went to bat for you.

Miss Davis spoke to the governor,|and the governor spoke to the warden.

- I'm glad I could help.|- I don't know what to say. Thank you.

What you can say when the local news|interviews you...

is you'd like to thank Governor Walker|personally for what he's done.

Of course.

- Is that a deal?|- Absolutely.

Sign for these.

These cigarettes are stale.

Tell that cop and his dead kid|I won't stand for stale cigarettes.

Sign the form.

Why'd they put him in prison?

- Did he kill people?|- Yes, he killed people.

He's going to be inside of me, Dad.|He's going to be a part of me.

Definitely not. Not him.

If you get blood from an old person,|will it turn you into an old person?

If we could pick and choose,|maybe we'd take somebody else.

I know.

Come on, defense.

Get those hands up.

Incoming.

I know who you are, McCabe.

- I can't get you no drugs.|- I don't want any drugs. I hate drugs.

But you can get me Narcan.

It's an anti-drug.

It's a counteractive use for ODs.

And I want it in an ampule.

Not a vile, an ampule.

Who's winning?

The program's too damn easy.

Give me Kasparov.

You know what? Get me "Deep Blue."|That ought to do it.

- Finish up. Lunch in 20.|- Right, sir.

This is Ed Fayne, the prison warden.|He'll take it from here.

Welcome.

This old building was the|original hospital, constructed in 1904.

1907.

It was made into a prison ward 10 years|ago when the new hospital was built.

You did your homework. Don't let the age|of the old girl fool you.

Our security is state of the art.

This building has|two-foot thick concrete walls.

An inch of rolled steel|over every entrance.

The whole place is computer controlled.

After the procedure, we'll move McCabe|to the prison wing in a special cell.

McCabe, R45237.

Have prisoner secured.

We're secured at this half. Check.

Matt, this will take about an hour.|Maybe we should get started?

Make it so.

Just relax. You'll be fine.

Partner, you do your thing now, okay?

I'm with you.

I know, Dad.

I love this city.|Don't you?

This procedure will greatly weaken|his immune system.

Until he gets McCabe's bone marrow...

I don't care how good he looks,|he's without defenses.

If he gets an infection,|it could kill him in a few hours.

Let them have his scent.

- Here's the paperwork.|- Right.

We've got live feeds|from three stations.

- Reporters are out front.|- Not now.

Everybody wants a statement.

How's Matt?

I'm Dr. Hawkins.|I'll be doing the extraction.

Nice to meet you. I'm sorry|I can't get up and greet you properly.

Pediatric oncologist.

- Where'd you go to medical school?|- Shut the f*** up, McCabe.

U.C.S.F.

- Do your men know where to go?|- In here until he's anesthetized.

Kellen is outside the door in pre-op,|Trimble in post-op.

- Let's get a gown on him, transfer him.|- No gown.

Unless you can put it on him|without removing the restraints.

Okay, let's get him to the table.

You're an attractive woman, Doctor.

Your competence, especially, is...

very appealing.

Excuse me.

I can't get to his hip|with his wrists shackled like that.

Can't you work around them?

Mr. Cassidy, we take the extraction|from the iliac crest...

which is at the base of the spine.

I insert an l.V. here.|I can't operate on him chained.

Unshackle him.

You a smoker, Doc?

Give him the Demoral right away.|Put him under.

Right.

Clear the room.

Where's my dad?

He'll be back.

- How you feeling?|- Sleepy.

He's breathing normally.

BIS is at 84.

- Is he out?|- Another minute.

- Is he out?|- A moment.

It's not dropping.

Check the probe.

I don't understand.|He's not responding to--

The laundry chute!

- Where does it go?|- Laundry. Basement. Help me here.

He's gone down the laundry chute|to the basement. Get people there.

- How did he get out of the restraints?|- The bastard dislocated his thumbs.

Come in, Frank.

- It's me.|- What's going on?

McCabe is loose. They're evacuating|the hospital. How's Matt?

He's got a little blood in his nose.|I thought you should know about it.

-His platelets are low. Where's Hawkins?|-I don't know. I haven't seen her.

Sh*t!

See if you can contact her.|I'll be there as soon as I can.

You're not going to get very far|on that leg.

Your concern is noted and appreciated.

I've got the blood trail again!

It starts here.

Looks like he's gone into the ER.

Go in through the ambulance bay.|I'm gonna go in through this door.

- We should both--|- Do as I say, now!

Move!

Get Dr. Gosha down here.|We need extra help. I'll take this man.

The burn unit's swamped.

I'll take care of you myself.

I'll need another ten of morphine.

Now, nurse! Go!

I'm waiting.|I'll be right back.

What's the matter? This is an emergency|room. You're standing around. Give it--

You shouldn't let her|yell at you like that.

You'll lose your self-respect.

Now, put that in my pocket.

Atta girl.

Hold it! Let her go!

Let her go now!

Doc, tell Frank what happens when|you take bone marrow from a dead man.

Tell him.

- Move all patients into the hallways.|- That's enough. Let her go.

Don't f*** with me|or she's dead.

Put the knife down.

I'm not afraid to die,|so I'm not afraid to kill her.

You understand that, don't you?|Tell him.

The moment he dies,|his marrow becomes ischemic.

Without oxygen, the cells die.|It becomes useless to Matt.

You will never get out of here,|so let her go.

I'm counting to five in my head.

Put your gun on the floor,|or your son's doctor will be dead.

Come on.|I already started counting.

I'm putting the gun down.

Talk to me.|Let's make a deal.

A deal? What kind of deal|can you give me?

Eternal life without|the possibility of parole?

Do me a favor.

Open that curtain for me.

If you even think about pulling that|trigger, I'll cut her f***ing head off.

Look at me. Stay cool.

Settle down.

Kick your gun over here.|I'm starting to count in my head again.

- One.|- I can't do that.

- Nobody is on your side except me.|- You on my side, Frank?

If you help me.|You put that knife down...

give my son a transplant,|I will go to bat for you.

I will do everything in my power|to make your life tolerable.

-Freedom for cigarettes. There's a deal.|-You'll never get freedom.

I have freedom right now, Frank.

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