Desperate Measures Page #4

It's taken me more than eight years|of medical training to learn what to do.

Do you have that long?

Come on, let's go.

You have a problem with heights?|This is not a good time to find out.

I'm not just finding out.|I've always had it.

- Give me your hand.|- Don't touch me.

Okay, I'm not touching you.|Just stand up.

Look at me. That's it.|Nice. Chin up.

Okay, that's it.

Just count. One, two.|Don't go down.

Password.

Password!

Firefly.

About all I can do with it,|is run the lights and the cell doors.

That's all you can do with it.

-What are you doing?|-I'm locking the whole place down. Done.

- Isn't that dangerous?|- Lay down. It's all right.

This is Peter McCabe.

I'm in charge.

All you bulls walking around in the tier|have got one minute...

to get yourselves to the fifth floor|dayroom or I'll start killing...

all your buddies.

Fat boy up on six scratching your ass.|You hear me?

Move it!

Shut the f*** up!

It's good to be the king.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three--

Look at me.

It's okay.

Get off the roof.

Return to the new building|and get off the roof.

- Try making another pass.|- Ten David to Air Eight.

Try and drop him again on the roof.

He's on the roof.

Listen and do not speak.|I want a six-seat helicopter...

with a range of 200 miles,|fully fueled.

If this does not take place|within 15 minutes...

I will kill hostages|at 60-second intervals.

There won't be any more negotiations,|and don't think of trying to contact me.

Over and out.

Get him his chopper.

- How soon can you get a man to--|- It will take a couple minutes.

Go, Frank! You see that?

There's a lesson for us.

That man has a goal and he's determined|to achieve it no matter what.

I was skeptical at first...

but now I really do believe|he loves that kid.

Sorry, Frank.

We are in a lockdown here.

McCabe, open this door now!

We've got a walkie.|Call him on that.

McCabe, Frank Connor.|Talk to me.

Frank Connor! Talk to me!

Frank, no one is supposed|to contact me.

Undo his cuffs.|We're going to the roof.

- You said 15 minutes.|- Did l? I changed my mind.

Let's go.

Ten David, I'm there.

- He's not.|- Can you get a shot?

Not from here with him there.

Listen to me. My son needs|medical attention right away.

Yeah, and I need a martini|and a blow job.

We'll both have to wait.

Son of a b*tch!

Let's go!

Stand by, here he comes.

Matt is in your building.

He's in the infectious disease lab.|The doctor is here.

-Open the door. You can't possibly care!|-Cuff yourselves to that pipe.

He can see her in 15 minutes|if your friends do as I say.

You care about your freedom?

It told you before.|Don't try and get inside my head.

- I'm already in there, Peter.|- You're not behaving like a cop.

- I'm not a cop anymore. I'm a father.|- Yeah.

Fathers!

What have you got for me?

I can help you.

Sure, you'd help me.

I like that.

Don't presume to know|what I'm prepared to do.

Okay, Frank.

What if I've done my homework|like you did yours?

What if I know everything|that you know?

Hold on.

Here he comes.

Duck.

What happened?

Just a rat, Frank.

I just shot a rat.

Now.

What were you saying?

You did your homework. Very good.|What did you learn?

Everything you learned.|The lay of the land from top to bottom.

Sh*t. Who else shares|this information?

Just you and me...

for now.

And we can keep it that way|if you open this door...

right now.

Connor's selling us out.

Can I trust you?

I don't know. Can you trust me?|Did you ever trust anybody?

Open the door, partner.

Frank, where are you?

If you had to, could you do the bone|marrow transplant in the isolation ward?

- Yes. I have the anesthetic.|- You go ahead. I'll catch up.

I'm here.

- Appreciate my work?|- You're a lifesaver.

We're a team now.

We've been a team|since the day I met you.

You begin to see that now.

I need to see my son.

"Thanks for the hospitality and|for putting up with a difficult guest."

That's it. He's moving.

So are we.

All units, this is Vargas.|Cassidy is on his way.

My, my! You girls need|an exercise program. Stop there.

Atta boy.

Take a break.

Son of a b*tch!|Cassidy!

Cassidy, come in!

Get off this frequency, Connor.

Listen. Do not send your men.

Shut the f*** up.

- Do not send your men.|- He's giving the whole thing away.

I lost you, Connor. Completely.

Let's go now.

Come on, get out of there.|Get out of there!

Fall back.|Connor is shooting at us.

What are you doing, Frank?

I had them all!

All of them at once!

You're starting to piss me off.

It's okay. Lie down.

- Frank, Matt needs to see you.|- I'll be right there.

What's going on down there?|What the hell was that?

My official resignation.|I'll be right there.

If Conner did this, he's helping McCabe.|He could've killed all of us.

You know something?

I think he just saved our lives.

Let's go.

Suspect is not there.

Suspect does not appear|to be on the roof.

Nate, open the door. It's me.

Okay, Nate, I'm here.

Nate, open this door.|I'm outside.

Give me your gun, Frank.

Give me your gun.

Close the door!

- This is Peter McCabe. Acknowledge.|- Frank?

Keep the doors shut, Nate.

Nate, I cannot be killed.|I'm immortal.

Thanks to my kinship with Matt.

Frank, on the other hand,|will be dead in about ten seconds...

if you do not open|this f***ing door right now!

Keep this door shut, Nate.

Matt, no!

- Lock the door!|- Dad!

Come out where I can see you, Nate.

Come on out, Nate.|Drop that gun !

Drop it right now.

Back into the room.|Let's go, Frank.

It's okay.

Let's go.

- Get over there.|- He needs another injection.

Come on, McCabe.

Nice try, Doc.

Frank, I need your help!

The bullet shattered the hipbone.|Put pressure on the wound.

- Where's the elevator to the morgue?|- Down the hall on the right.

Cassidy knows about the tunnels.|I told him.

- We had a deal. That was our secret.|- I lied.

Really?

Well then,|I'm going to need protection.

Get that gun away from my son !

We can dispense with the transplant|issue. I pull the trigger, it goes away.

You hurt my son,|I'll rip your head off!

You want to test my resolve?|My willingness to go the limit?

Do you want to find out where you stop|and I begin? Do you?

- Take me instead. You and me. Come on.|- No more deals.

I wasn't really going to shoot you.|I was doing that to make a point.

What will you do to me?

I truly don't know.

It doesn't matter.|I'm going to die anyway.

Your old man doesn't think so.

Because he can't face it.

Frank, grab my gun!|On the floor!

How are you feeling?

What do you think, Einstein?

You don't have to look at this.

I want to.

Come on.

Your old man's right|about this cancer deal.

You can't just decide|to give up and die.

You've got to fight,|and you've got to keep on fighting.

What for? So I can be sick|all the time?

Stay inside,|not play with my friends?

If I can't have any fun,|what's the point?

Connor, get the f*** out of there!|Let us do our job!

You wait here.

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