The Lennon Report Page #2

I need a unit to respond.

- 2-0 Adam. Show me going.

Central, check the

call back. Try to get a

description of the perp.

- 2-0 boy. Show me going.

Show me on the back.

Good, let Spiro and

Cullen get there first.

- Probably just some punk

kid shootin' fireworks

in central park.

- I'm think I'm a

shoe in for the job.

What do you think?

-I hate you.

- I'm guessing you're really

going to hate me when

I'm your boss.

- Let's see you handle a

field assignment first, Skippy.

- Skippy? I've been here for

five years.

-Shh. Shh. Hold on.

All units redirect

to 72nd and central park west

- 72nd and central park west?

That's... the Dakota.

-That could be something.

- Or it could be a

movie star falling down

a flight of stairs.

- I'll go either way...

- Not a chance, but if the

cops are all in, so are we.

Where the hell's my radio?

-I don't know.

- Mr. Clark,

where's my radio?

- I don't know!

- Well, then, go get it!

Please! Don't run. Fly!

You're still there!

I need it.

Send all available

units to 72nd and

central park west.

Immediately.

Don't tell Jeff I know

where my radio is.

- Freeze! Hands up!

Against the wall! Move!

You have the right

to an attorney...

- 2-0 Adam. Show me 84.

Confirmed male shot.

Victim is likely.

Multiple gun shot wounds.

Put a rush on the bus.

Hey buddy, you okay?

Relax, you were

just in an accident, okay?

- Alright?

You know your name?

- It's Alan.

- Great.

You know where you are?

-The park?

- Alright, I'm gonna let these

guys do their job, alright?

Okay, did anyone see

the accident?

- You okay, buddy?

- Go get the scoop.

-Pete, what's the story?

- Single perp in custody,

missing weapon,

victim's in a bad way.

-What's "a bad way?"

- Multiple gunshot wounds

to the chest.

- Where's the victim?

- In the vestibule.

-This is a mess.

Where's the bus?

- They ordered a rush,

I heard it on the radio.

- Well, he's not going to

make it much longer

lying here like this.

- 2-0 boys, show me 84.

Confirmed male shot.

He is likely.

Central, transporting victim

to Roosevelt hospital.

Let's get him up.

- Damn.

- Hey, officer?

- Yeah?

- Can you give us a hand

real quick?

- What's the problem?

- We dug into the ground.

-Are you kidding?

Alright.

- Pull like hell, just don't

drop him, okay?

One, two, three.

- I've got to go back to work.

- I'm going to be okay, huh?

- You're fine, Mr. Weiss.

We're almost at the hospital.

- My right hip. Is it broken?

Did you see if it's broken?

You are just in a

little bit of shock.

Just lay back down and focus

on your breath.

- You know,

I had a date tonight.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Good luck explaining this one.

You better hope for some

scars to back this up.

- Yeah, I definitely

could have used

this excuse once or twice.

- You picked a good

night to do this.

The e.D. Should be

empty tonight.

- Oh good.

- Oh yeah.

- The doctor on call?

She'll make you forget about

your date and busted up leg.

- Really?

- Really?

- She gets me going.

Anything going on tonight?

It's quiet.

What's this?

-I baked for your birthday.

- You know damn well

it's not my birthday.

- Alright, maybe I just

felt like baking.

- Your old pal, Eddie kazoo,

wandered into the

waiting area to warm up earlier,

but Medina chased him out.

- Oh, no, I just bribed him

with pie to come back in.

- Gives Medina something to do.

I swear, he thinks a couple

of bums coming in to warm up

is the fall of Saigon.

- Something you want to

talk about?

- He just drives me a

little crazy is all.

If he tells me, "it's

officer Medina,"

one more time, I'm going to turn

his office into a

homeless shelter.

-Maybe he just likes you.

- Do a crossword puzzle.

Roosevelt hospital e.D.

Sato speaking.

This is the 20th precinct.

We have officers bringing

in a gun shot victim.

-Get David down here.

Ok, give me all the details.

Hi it's Barbara, can you page

Dr. David Halleran to

emergency department.

Paging doctor Halleran to the

emergency department.

- Is this the gunshot?

I thought they

left without you.

No, accident in the park.

-Check him in with the clerk.

I'll take him.

- Alright.

A doctor will be

with you in a bit.

- You're not the doctor?

Why can't you be the doctor?

- Like I said. A doctor will

be with you in a bit.

-Think about it.

Mr. Weiss?

-Doctor?

- I don't know if I should

treat you or plant you.

What happened?

- I was hit by a taxi

riding my motorcycle.

Guess who won?

- Well...

It's a good thing

you're still alive.

And being conscious

is a good sign.

Let's start with

where it hurts, hm?

- It hurts everywhere

so maybe we should

get some help from that

nurse that brought me in?

She can help out?

- Kammerer?

Ha! Good luck

with that one, honey.

- I should say the same to you.

- Nuh-uh. Ain't happenin'.

Take a deep breath.

- You still stuck on

that crossword?

- Hardly, we have a

patient coming in with

multiple gunshot

wounds to the chest.

- Alright, what are his vitals?

- I don't know.

- No word from the ambulance?

- The ambulance was a

block away when

police dispatch called.

They said the police

are bringing him in.

- The police are

bringing him in?

- He's hitting

the door right now.

- Why would they do that

if the ambulance is

a block away?

- Maybe it's just that bad.

- Let me poke around here.

Let me know what hurts, okay?

- That hurt?

Oh, that's a yes.

Mind if I take a look?

- Go ahead.

Move, move!

Come on, move! Trauma 115.

- I'm going to see if I can

help out in there, okay?

It's not like

I'm going anywhere.

- Get this jacket off of him.

- Excuse me, excuse me.

- Guys, I need you to leave

the room, please.

Rip it! Do whatever you got

to do. Get it done.

- Arm.

- Get it off him.

- Cut it. Great! I got

the roll. Get it, Ms. Evans.

I see four entry wounds

in the left back and

three exits in his chest.

- I don't have a pulse.

- Okay, I'm going to need you

to start compression then.

-Is he gonna make it?

- Guys, I need you to go,

please. Thanks.

Alright, start compression.

- Got it.

I can't believe that.

John Lennon.

- Excuse me sir,

what did you say?

- What?

- What did you just say?

-I didn't say anything.

-Four units o-neg. Run.

- What do we know

about this guy?

Any allergies? Medications?

- You got it?

- Patient ID.

40 years old, name...

-What? What's his name?

-John Lennon.

-No.

- He's carrying

John Lennon's wallet.

- It doesn't look like him.

- He could be a pick pocket,

he could have a fake ID,

- I don't care if he's

pope John Paul,

it's our job to keep him alive.

- Got it.

- Got it, Barb?

-Let's crack the chest.

- Can someone page a

respiratory therapist?

- Give me the thoracotomy tray.

-Hey, Barb!

- Let security know we may

have a situation in here.

Excuse me.

- What do you need?

-Who's in there?

- A gunshot victim.

- But who?

He can't stay.

Stay warm, but don't come

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