Ride Along Page #3

12. INT. EMT CLASSROOM- DAY.

Chloe was not in class Monday. Her seat remained empty next to

him. An ordinary day.

Cut to:
Tuesday. Chloe was not in class Tuesday. Her seat

remained empty.

Cut to:
Kevin practicing CPR intensely on a mannequin.

13. INT. KEVIN’S CAR- DAY.

You see Kevin get in his car. He gets his phone out and dials a

number. Chloe picks up.

Intercut- Kevin’s car/Chloe’s bedroom.

Kevin:

Hey Chloe. Are you alright? You haven’t

been in class this week. I just want to

make sure what happened over the

weekend isn’t bothering you.

Chloe:

No, no. I’m fine, I promise. I really

have been sick the last couple days. I

feel like I’m getting better, so I’ll

probably be in school tomorrow.

Kevin:

Oh, really? Well that’s good.

Chloe:

Yeah, it’s so good that I’ve been sick!

Kevin:

You know what I meant. You want me to

swing buy and bring you anything?

Chloe:

No, I’m good. Thank you though. So I’ll

see you tomorrow.

Kevin:

Okay, see you then.

Kevin and Chloe hang up. Kevin stares out his window for a few

seconds and then starts his car.

14. INT. STARR HOUSE KITCHEN- NIGHT.

Kevin is having dinner with his two sisters, Stella and Kacie,

and his mom. Stella, 22, is tall with long black hair and brown

eyes. Kacie, 20, looks like she could be Kevin’s twin. An

ordinary family dinner.

Kevin:

So Stella, when do you go back to

school?

Stella:

December 2nd. Then a week of classes and

we’re home again. (A pause) When do you

start going on the ambulance?

Kevin:

About two weeks.

Stella:

Are you excited? Nervous? Terrified?

Kevin:

We’ll find out. I’m about as minimally

prepared as a person can legally be and

still be a ride-along. So, you know,

that doesn’t strike confidence in any

of my classmates.

Kacie:

You aren’t scared of all the blood,

guts, and death?

Mrs. Starr:

We’re eating dinner Kacie, shut it.

Kevin:

(A pause)You can’t be. If you’re

terrified of the worst case scenario

than only one thing is certain, and

that is the worst case scenario is

always right around the corner. That’s

the quickest way to burn yourself out

and having to settle for some joke

degree like elementary education.

Kevin and Stella both smile and look at Kacie, an obvious joke

on her.

Kacie:

F*** you.

Mrs. Starr:

Your future students are so lucky to

have you.

Kacie:

F*** you twice.

Kevin:

I mean, I think I’ll be fine. There is

not a whole lot I can imagine that

would truly bother me out there.

Stella:

You’re not scared of blood, or gore,

and you want to help people. We all

know that, but no one grows up this

fast.

Stella (cont’d):

If in two weeks you get a call where, I

don’t know, Chloe gets beaten half to

death and raped, do you really think

you’d be just fine? It’s not the

content of the injuries that would

frighten me, it’s the context. Sure a

small child breaks a bone falling down

the stairs, no big deal. But what if it

turns out she was pushed by her abusive

father. That would bother me more than

any injury.

Kevin:

You’re going to be a social worker

though. That’s how you’re supposed to

think. You deal with the aftermath of

the injury, and I’ll deal with the

present state of the emergency. Yes,

child abuse, or rape, or a bystander

getting hit by a car might bother me.

But all I have to do is to make sure

they are alive, and stable when they

get to the hospital. Everything after

that is you.

Both Kacie and Mrs. Starr stopped eating and were attentively

following the conversation.

Stella:

Fair enough. (A slight pause) But for

real, you’re going to be my doctor when

you get your EMT license. I’m not

paying some damn copay if I got a

somewhat knowledgeable medical asset in

the family.

Kevin:

Whatever you say. I just hope my first

call isn’t something stupid like “I

haven’t pooped in three days.”

Apparently that’s a common one.

Kacie:

Nah, you’ll get the opposite of that.

Explosive diarrhea I’ll bet.

And with that Mrs. Starr picks up her plate and heads towards

the sink.

Mrs. Starr:

Thanksgiving is tomorrow. You’re your

father’s kids if you misbehave tomorrow

at my sister’s place.

15. INT. EMT CLASSROOM- DAY.

You see T-SHIRTS on everyone’s desk. They all say “Fire and

Rescue” on the back and have the county emblem on the front.

Chloe and Kevin are on the ground taking vitals on each other.

Chloe:

So when is your first ride-along?

Kevin:

Tomorrow at 7. Station 9 I believe.

Yours?

Chloe:

Tomorrow at 6:
30. Station 7. Can you

give me a ride?

Kevin:

Sure.

Chloe:

Almost four months of preparation

leading up to this. You ready for the

show?

Kevin:

Please. I was born ready.

16. INT. KEVIN’S CAR- NIGHT.

Kevin is sitting in his car in front on the fire station. The

clock reads 6:
56. You see sweat on Kevin’s forehead, as well as

him tapping his steering wheel, almost like a nervous tick.

Kevin takes a deep breath, grabs his BACKPACK and gets out of

the car.

17. EXT. FIRE STATION PARKING LOT. NIGHT.

Kevin is wearing his full ride-along uniform, which is the same

as a standard EMT uniform. Fire and Rescue T-Shirt, navy blue

dress pants, black work boots, a watch, and a belt.

This fire station is a moderate sized building. It is very old

and has four huge mechanical garage doors.

Kevin walks up to the front door and rings it. You see him

swallow deeply. A man opens the door.

Captain Davies:

Yes?

Kevin:

I’m here for my ride-along.

Captain Davies:

Well come on in then! I am Captain

Raymond Davies.

The Captain extends his hand.

Kevin:

Kevin Starr.

Kevin extends his hand and he walks inside.

18. INT. FIRE STATION 9- NIGHT.

The Captain leads Kevin to the Dining area, where some people

are hanging out, chatting.

Captain Davies:

Miller, Thompson, I have here a ride-

along for you tonight.

Jessica Miller, 27, was short, maybe 5’3’’, with brown, wavy

hair in a ponytail. She has a glowing personality. Brody

Thompson, 38, 6’2’’, was a well-built man with a very Irish

accent. He seemed more serious.

Captain Davies:

Alright Kevin, we have here Jessica

Miller, and Brody Thompson. They will

be your preceptors tonight. Learn all

you can from them. (To Miller and

Thompson) Don’t scare him.

The Captain walks away.

Jessica Miller:

Pleased to meet you. How long are you

here until?

Kevin:

10.

Jessica Miller:

Good. Are you ready to party?

Brody Thompson:

No, he’s not ready. Look at him. He

looks tense, sweating, probably frozen

in fear. Is this your first ride along

shift, friend?

Kevin:

Yes sir.

Jessica Miller:

(To Thompson) We can get him ready.

What say you?

Brody Thompson:

I don’t know. He’s at mixer level right

now. We’re going to have to give it our

all if we want him at party level.

Kevin looks at them confused. Thompson and Miller look back at

him, studying him closely. All of a sudden Thompson starts to

laugh.

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