Ride Along Page #13

They walked into the kitchen. Dinner was being cooked on the

stove. A man, 40s was sitting in a chair at the dining room

table. There was a little blood on his dress shirt. There was an

open first aid kit next to him, and he was holding a lot of

gauze to his left hand. You could see two preteen twin girls

standing in the far end of the kitchen. Kevin goes up to the

man.

Kevin:

Hello there. My name is Kevin and I’m

here to help.

Bill:

I’m Bill.

Kevin:

So Bill, what seems to be the problem

today?

Bill:

I was chopping up some onions for the

stuffing, and I guess I took my eyes

off the knife for a second, because I

sliced up my hand.

Kevin:

Can I take a look? Brody, can you take

vitals

The man extends his hand out slowly. Kevin carefully removes the

gauze. Underneath you see a gash, about an inch long, underneath

his ring and pinky fingers. It is not bleeding that much.

Kevin:

Can you feel this?

Kevin touches his fingers.

Bill:

Yes.

Kevin:

Can you wiggle your fingers?

Bill wiggles his fingers.

Kevin:

Awesome.

Bill:

So, is it bad?

Kevin:

No sir. I think you’ll just need some

stiches, and should be back to slicing

onions by tomorrow.

Sierra:

That’s great.

Miller hands Kevin some fresh gauze pads and some roller gauze.

Kevin grabs them and applies the gauze pads first, stacked on

top of each other, and then wraps the roller gauze around Bill’s

hand so that his entire hand, minus his fingertips, is covered.

Sierra:

So does he have to go to the hospital

with you guys?

Sierra looks at Kevin when she says that, but Kevin doesn’t

answer immediately.

Thompson:

(Looking at Kevin)Well that’s entirely

up to you guys. We’re here, so we can

if you want, but his injury isn’t too

severe, so you guys could drive him to

the hospital if you like, and he’d be

completely fine.

Bill:

Well I don’t want to further bother you

guys if we can just drive to the

hospital. Do you think I can wait until

after dinner?

Bill looks at Kevin. Again, he doesn’t answer immediately.

Miller:

I wouldn’t recommend it. You might need

stitches, and your hand is just going

to hurt, so that might bother you.

Hypothetically, you could, but again I

wouldn’t recommend it.

Bill:

Hmmm. Well thank you all very much. I

think we’ll drive separately to the

hospital, now. We’ll just put the food

in the fridge and reheat it later. I’m

sure you guys probably have some

firehouse Easter dinner to get to as

well.

Miller grabs something out of the red bag.

Miller:

Before you go can you just sign this

refusal form? Basically saying that we

came, we treated you, but you didn’t

leave with us.

Bill:

Sure. Luckily I’m right handed. (He

signs) Take care you guys.

Sierra walks Kevin, Miller, and Thompson to the door. She says

more thanks and goodbyes at the door, and then closes it.

71. EXT. FRONT YARD OF HUGE FAMILY HOME- DAY.

Kevin:

Well that sucked. So anti-climactic.

Miller:

Hypochondriacs are a pain in the ass to

deal with. I can deal going to some

retirement home to deal with almost

nothing that the nurses there overreact

to. It’s not the senile, and decrepit’s

fault that the people in charge of

their life don’t know their ass from

there forehead. However hypochondriacs

just take us out of service, when a

real emergency could be happening.

Miller lifts the stretchers onto the ambulance and everyone gets

in.

72. INT. AMBULANCE 96- DAY.

Thompson:

They do provide some good laughs

though. Jesus Christ, that guy in there

may not even need stitches. I was

trying to hold back my laugh in there

when Kevin lifted up the gauze.

Miller:

Oh yeah, good job in there. That’s

about as easy as it gets, and you

deserve easy because of that hell shift

way back when. I know it still bothers

me.

Kevin:

Thanks. Up to seven calls now!

Miller:

Sorry to tell you this, but you can’t

count it as a call because we didn’t

transport him to the hospital.

Kevin:

That’s some bullshit there. I may never

get ten calls.

Thompson:

You’ll be fine. State boards are always

in May, right?

Kevin:

Yeah, May fourth.

Thompson:

Plenty of time.

Kevin:

Yeah, but this is the last shift I have

with you guys though.

Miller:

(To Thompson) Why do we always drive

people away?

Thompson:

Hey, he lasted three shifts with us.

One more and he would have had the

record.

Miller:

Where else are you riding?

Kevin:

Station 2, C shift.

Miller:

Boring.

Kevin:

7, C shift.

Miller:

Bunch of sexist a**holes.

Kevin:

And I think 10, B shift.

Miller:

No idea. (To Thompson) So we are one

ride-alongs favorite pair. We finally

made a difference!

Thompson:

Only took three years.

Thompson backs into the fire house garage.

73. INT. FIRE STATION GARAGE- DAY.

Cut to Thompson parks the car and everyone gets out.

Miller:

So you’re leaving now.

Kevin:

Yep.

Miller:

For the last time.

Kevin extends his hand.

Miller (cont’d):

Please.

Miller opens her arms and Kevin hugs her.

Miller:

Take care.

They release. Kevin then turns to Thompson. He extends his hand.

They shake.

Thompson:

Until next time, my friend.

Kevin:

I thought I had to be dead for you to

say that?

Thompson:

Not necessarily. I say it when one

journey ends, whether you be dead, and

leaving this earth, or just leaving

this fire station.

Kevin:

Take care Brody.

74. EXT. COLLEGE GRADUATION CEREMONY- DAY.

Cut to a college graduation. You see a stage at the front, with

ceremonious flowers and posters. There are also people seated on

the stage, both middle-aged and students mixed in. At the podium

is a girl in a black graduation gown.

In the lawn in front of the stage are rows of students in

matching gowns.

Valedictorian:

. . . and if I look at those photos

today I just can’t help but cry.

Congratulations Class of 2014.

Thunderous applause and cheers.

75. EXT. COLLEGE POST-GRADUATION CEREMONY- DAY.

In a crowd of people you see Stella weaving her way through

towards Kevin, Kacie, and Mrs. Starr. Stella has a huge, glowing

smile on her face.

Kevin:

Congratulations Stella!

Kevin hands her flowers.

Stella:

I’m a college graduate motherf***er!

Mrs. Starr glares at Stella, she notices.

Stella:

Oh please, you can’t yell at me today.

76. INT. FANCY-ISH RESTAURANT- DAY.

Cut to a nice Italian restaurant. You see a waitress hand Kevin

a coke and then walk away.

Kacie:

So when does your job hunt begin?

Stella:

Please, for the love of God, let today

be one day where the J word is not

mentioned.

Kevin:

You going to miss the college

experience, and all that?

Stella:

A little. Imagine senior year of high

school, but backwards. Freshman year

was like the end of senior year.

Magical and you almost didn’t want it

to end. Sophomore year was still badass

but didn’t have the same flare. Junior

and senior year were good, but it was

like September of senior year. Awesome

that I’ll be graduating soon, but

sooooo much work to do. And now that

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