Trauma Page #4

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NANCY (CONT’D)

He’s an alcoholic. His blood’s

thin. He won’t clot. Run an

Autoplex solution in his IV before

you do any cutting, okay?

The Intern stares at her blankly.

NANCY (CONT’D)

Autoplex. A plasma-based coagulant.

It’s in the blood bank.

Nancy heads out, passing Dr. Joe.

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NANCY (CONT’D)

Your intern’s a moron.

DR. JOE

They’re all just potential with no

experience. So why not come show

them how it’s done?

NANCY:

No. That time’s has passed.

DR. JOE

I held your spot on the Trauma

residency. It’s yours if you want

it.

NANCY:

I’m not sure I ever did. I think I

was trying to be something I’m not.

DR. JOE

Or maybe realizing who you could

be?

NANCY:

Stop with the Obi-Wan crap. What?

Are you telling me to make my

father proud?

DR. JOE

God no. I’ve known him 25 years. I

probably loathe him more than you.

That gets a smile from Nancy.

DR. JOE (CONT’D)

Great doctor. Questionable human

being.

NANCY:

There’s a lot of that going around.

Now, it’s Joe’s turn to smile. Then, he hits her with the

zinger.

DR. JOE

It’s not your father I’m asking you

to honor.

The HURT takes over her eyes. She heads off. Joe waits, cold

and stoic. Then chases after her.

27 EXT. AMBULANCE STAND - SAN FRANCISCO GENERAL - DAY 27

Nancy’s territory. EMTs hang around their rigs. Dr. Joe opens

up the door, fixes his piercing glare on Nancy.

DR. JOE

Nancy... I... I’m just telling you

to think about it.

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NANCY:

I have.

DR. JOE

And... Well, I wanted to tell you

before you heard it through your

little suture circle. The rumors

are true. He’s coming back.

NANCY:

Just when it can’t get any more

messed up. How do I get fired?

DR. JOE

I have to sign off on that.

(a smile)

And I won’t. You talk to him?

NANCY:

Are you kidding? From what I’ve

heard he’s a total nightmare. As in

worse than before.

DR. JOE

We shall see.

NANCY:

Who the hell cleared him to come

back to work?

DR. JOE

Don’t look at me.

Getting in the car, Nancy sees BAILEY staring after Dr. Joe.

NANCY:

What?

BAILEY:

God, that is one sexy man.

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INT. ANGEL’S FLIGHT EMT SERVICE - DAY 28

Fast and even, Marisa moves up the stairs, opens the door

into the offices. PILOTS and EMTs look up from a game of

GRAND THEFT AUTO.

MARISA:

Hey, what’s up?

They smile, check her out, go back to the game. Marisa moves

to the dispatcher, JOHNNY OH (30s) - deadpan, maybe even half-

stoned - pulls her paperwork.

MARISA (CONT’D)

Marisa Benez. I’m flying today.

JOHNNY OH:

Right, yeah. War hero.

(a smile)

(MORE)

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JOHNNY OH (CONT'D)

You’re in copter two. State of the

art man. Get moving. Rush hour’s

starting.

Near the TV, there’s an odd MEMORIAL - ROTOR’S CHARRED HELMET

propped on his plastic GUITAR HERO GUITAR. One of the EMTs

snickers as she passes.

MARISA:

What? You got a tick or something?

Some kind of stutter. Lotta meds on

the copter. Maybe one could fix you

up.

GLASSES EMT:

You got no idea what you’re in for,

do you?

She checks him out, noticing he’s wearing GLASSES.

MARISA:

You weren't military were ya,

specs?

Let me guess... Weather

copter. Started flying a meat bird

for some action, right?

His face drops. She nailed it. His buddies chuckle.

MARISA (CONT’D)

Oigame guero, what you call a rush,

I call retirement.

On the TV, the GTA player goes down in a hail of bullets.

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EXT. ROOF - ANGEL’S FLIGHT EMT SERVICES - DAY 29

TWO COPTERS wait on the helipad. One’s a little older, the

other’s the gleaming replacement for the one that took Rotor.

All business, Marisa does a walk-around. Checking the landing

gear. Looking for any leaks on the ground.

30 INT. COCKPIT - RESCUE HELICOPTER - DAY 30

Marisa slides in. Home. Instinctively, she runs her hands and

eyes over the gauges. She pulls a MEDALLION, hangs it around

the compass.

Suddenly, a GRUFF VOICE scares the sh*t out of her.

VOICE:

Take it down.

Startled she turns. RABBIT moves out of the shadows of the

back. Intense, almost manic, Rabbit has a faint scar running

along his cheek.

The back is IMMACULATE. Everything put perfectly in its

place, the result of Rabbit’s obsessive attentions. Not

scared, simply wary, Marisa smiles and flicks the medallion.

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MARISA:

St. Joseph of Cupertino. I fly. He

flies.

RABBIT:

Cool. But St. Joey’s not the patron

here. I am. And I didn’t say you

could come on board. My copter. My

world. Goodbye.

MARISA:

You’re Rabbit.

He smiles and waves, “Bye. Bye.” She slides out of the

copter. St. Joseph stays. Rabbit eyes the medallion.

31 INT. ANGEL’S FLIGHT EMT SERVICES - DAY 31

The EMT in glasses has his eyes on his watch as Marisa blazes

in the room.

GLASSES EMT:

Two minutes.

MARISA:

What the hell? You realize you got

a section 8 case in your copter

right? Somebody needs to get him

out of there.

Snickers ring the group. Something’s up.

JOHNNY OH:

Rabbit’s your Paramedic.

(hard not to smile)

Today’s his first day back.

MARISA:

I’ve got four words for you. Post.

Traumatic. Stress. Disorder.

JOHNNY OH:

Nobody else is gonna fly with him.

You’re the new guy... Girl. You

know.

Marisa thinks about this. The only way out is through.

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32 EXT. FREEWAY BRIDGE - DAY 32

Evening traffic moves along at a pretty fast clip.

INT:
BMW

One eye on the road, a SMUG DRIVER, works his phone, texting

someone named “FOXY.”

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Up ahead an 18 WHEEL TANKER tries a lane change. The Texting

Driver doesn’t see it.

Looking up from his text, the driver doesn’t have time. He

SLAMS into the 18 WHEELER. A horrible chain reaction happens.

The Big Rig jackknifes, fishtailing into other cars, causing

damage, blocking the road. A car swerves, plows head on into

oncoming traffic. Both sides of the bridge pile up.

At the back of the series of rear-end accidents, a CARPOOL

MOM has a minivan full of 10 YEAR OLD BOYS.

CARPOOL MOM:

Everybody okay?

10 YEAR OLD SKATE KID

Whoa! That was cool!!!!

CLOSE UP:
SOCCER MOM’S HAND

Pulling her phone, she dials “911.”

CUT TO:

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INT. EMERGENCY RESPONSE CENTER - DAY 33

Banks of OPERATORS man phones and screens. The WORDS: “WAHL,

CLAUDIA 415-555-6355” hit a touch screen.

OPERATOR:

911. What is your emergency?

CARPOOL MOM:

Really bad accident. I’ve got my

kids in the car...

The operator touches the ‘SFFD, PARA.”

INTERCUT:
CITY STREET - DAY

BOONE rides shotgun as Tyler whips the PARAMEDIC VAN through

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