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He heads off. Nancy watches the body go. Then, she notices

MARISA nearby.

MARISA:

Hey. Marisa Benez, I’m flying with

Rabbit these days.

NANCY:

My condolences. Nancy Monahan.

MARISA:

I saw you guys talking on the

bridge. You friends?

NANCY:

That’d be pushing it.

MARISA:

Cause I gotta say, I’m a little

worried. The guy’s pure Post

Traumatic Stress Disorder up the

ass. Who cleared him to come back?

NANCY:

(nodding inside)

Everybody figures Dr. Joe pulled

some strings. Nobody knows why.

MARISA:

I might. I just saw Rabbit save a

kid’s life in a moving copter with

a move most combat medics couldn’t

pull off on Christmas day. Guy’s

the best cutter I’ve ever seen.

NANCY:

Do us all a favor. Never let him

hear you say that.

MARISA:

Hell no. Never.

Nancy checks her out.

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NANCY:

Oh no... Listen to me Marisa.

Don’t, okay? Just don’t.

MARISA:

Don’t what?

NANCY:

Don’t compliment him. Don’t hang

out with him. Don’t drink with him

and do not sleep with him.

MARISA:

That bad?

NANCY:

That good.

MARISA:

Look, it’s not like that.

NANCY:

Hey... We do this job cause of how

we’re wired. I’m a mess. You?

MARISA:

Up and down.

NANCY:

Rabbit makes us all look healthy.

Try to remember that.

On cue, Rabbit spots them. Not sure how to proceed, unable to

help himself, he bounds over.

RABBIT:

Awesome, you two have met.

Naughty. Marisa. Marisa. Naughty.

Ohhh, the mind reels.

NANCY:

(heading off)

Call me that again and I’ll put a

scalpel in your eye.

She blows him a kiss.

MARISA:

Complicated with you two huh?

Naughty?

RABBIT:

Naughty Nancy from Novato? Yeah.

She hates men.

MARISA:

Or hates you.

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RABBIT:

Goes hand in hand.

(tapping his headset)

Look, we got a call. Water

evacuation in the bay. Some

sailor’s stuck. Hurt. It’s a good

one.

Marisa looks at him. Taps her own headset.

MARISA:

Not it’s not. Coast Guard’s got it.

Shifts over. We’re fuel cautioned

and the wind’s up. We’re not taking

it.

RABBIT:

Yeah we are.

MARISA:

Coast guard’s got it. I’m not

flying.

RABBIT:

Look, it’s a solid call. We got

time. People are hurt. We need to

take the call.

MARISA:

You need to take a call right now.

Nobody else does. I’m off the

clock.

With a flick of her ass, she leaves him. The RADIO in his

headset rings out.

RADIO:

This is Coast Guard 14, be advised

we have medevac in the Bay...

It settles over Rabbit. Shift over.

60 EXT. GOLDEN GATE PARK - NIGHT 60

Lights from the city reflect on the water. Heading to the

park, HEADLIGHTS form a circle.

VANS form a loose camp. It’s literally a TAILGATE PARTY of

Paramedics. Welcome to a Widows and Orphans meeting.

Bailey and Tyler drink. Suddenly, TWO EMTs run past with

DEFIBRILLATOR PADDLES. They’re trying to shock each other.

BAILEY:

Now that’s idiotic.

TYLER:

Try it sometime.

(a chuckle)

(MORE)

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TYLER (CONT'D)

I had a Frequent Flyer go nuts on

me once. Whipped those out on him.

Zap! Now that put the put down on

him.

Bailey just stares at him. Notices that Tyler’s rolling

TRIAGE TAGS in his hand, like a rosary.

CLOSE UP:
TYLER’S HAND.

The TAGS have different shapes and labels, from different

cities. SFFD, NYFD, NOFD.

BAILEY:

You collect those?

TYLER:

I move around a lot. Well, uh I

used to. New York. New Orleans.

Chicago. Here. This is the longest.

Almost two years.

(a shrug)

Don’t know why.

Bailey looks across the park. RABBIT and MARISA sit on the

tailgate of a van. Rabbit pours cocktails from an IV bag.

BAILEY:

(nodding to Rabbit)

So was he actually normal once?

TYLER:

Not even close.

Again, Bailey shakes his head, takes a pull of his beer.

TYLER (CONT’D)

You know, you don’t know us well

enough to judge.

Something glitters in Bailey’s eyes. Call it mental health.

BAILEY:

You’re an overtime whore. You’ve

probably got 50 grand saved up but

you don’t know what to do with it

cause you’re just thinking about

your next shift trade.

Tyler registers the truth of that.

BAILEY (CONT’D)

Your man Boone thinks chasing

tail’s going make him feel alive,

make him sleep better. I’m

guessing it doesn’t. And Nancy...

She’s screwed her way into to a few

problems and right back out again.

It’s grown up time for her and

that’s not working so well.

(MORE)

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BAILEY (CONT’D)

(a beat, a smile)

Rabbit’s just insane. In that way

most truly beautiful men are.

TYLER:

Yeah, and what about you?

BAILEY:

Me? I’m a gay man in San Francisco.

Helping people stay alive ten

minutes at a time. And anybody who

doesn’t like it can kiss my ass.

(a smile)

You want a beer?

Tyler grins, grabs another brew.

61

INT. TREATMENT ROOM - SAN FRANCISCO GENERAL - NIGHT 61

Her WRIST in a cast, the LEGGY WOMAN sits on the edge of the

bed. BOONE pokes his face around the curtain.

BOONE:

And how are we feeling?

LEGGY:

Fine. It’s amazing how you knew it

was broken.

BOONE:

Years of experience.

Boone pulls out his card, hands it over.

BOONE (CONT’D)

Let me know how it heals up.

Consider me your “second opinion.”

LEGGY:

I just might do that.

She gives him a look, obviously charmed.

62 EXT. GOLDEN GATE PARK - WIDOWS AND ORPHANS PARTY - NIGHT 62

Lights strobing, a POLICE CRUISER moves through the Vans.

The COP’S VOICE peals through the PA.

COP’S VOICE

Alright you idiots get out of here

or we’ll start writing tickets. Oh

yeah, welcome back Rabbit.

Tossing away his beer, Rabbit smiles at Marisa.

RABBIT:

You need a ride?

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MARISA:

Sure.

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EXT/INT. RABBIT’S CAR - NIGHT 63

Rabbit’s mildly battered CHEVELLE motors up one of the city’s

steep hills.

MARISA:

Hey take it easy.

RABBIT:

Why start now? Look whatever you’ve

heard. I’m cool.

The speedometer peaks as Rabbit crests the hill. The car

catches air. Lands hard.

RABBIT (CONT’D)

I’m cool.

MARISA:

Rabbit, I’d like to keep some

fillings.

RABBIT:

You ever see Bullitt?

Rabbit guides the car fast down a steep hill. There’s an

intersection at the bottom. The light reads GREEN.

MARISA:

Knock it off, okay? Not how I want

to go.

RABBIT:

There’s something you should know

about me...

The light at the intersection turns yellow. Instead of

watching the road, Rabbit fixes his eyes on her and blazes

straight through the RED LIGHT.

RABBIT (CONT’D)

I can’t die.

MARISA:

Oh, Jesu Christo...

They’re gathering speed, continuing downhill. Another

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