Volcano Page #6

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..to make a dentin this latest attack on LA.

That wall has to be five or six metres tall.

Stay with it.

It's hitting every street. We've got

structural fires and inhalation cases.

- I can't keep it out without help.

- I'm working on it.

Meantime, do all you can to keep it

on Wilshire. Use fire trucks, if you have to.

My street's on fire.

You gotta get some trucks down there.

- What street?

- The one with smoke coming out. Stanley.

- Once this is under control.

- There won't be houses left by then!

Look, I'm sorry. We'll get to 'em when we can.

Yo, I'm talking about people's houses.

You're up here saving museums.

D'you wanna get this guy off me?

- Oh, great. Mark Fuhrman.

- Let me see your hands.

- You gotta be joking.

- Give me your hands!

Get your goddamn hands off me!

Hey, what's going on?

- He was harassing a firefighter.

- Bullshit. I was asking for help.

- This is stupid. Let him go.

- I'm taking him in.

Aw, he's all yours.

- Shouldn't you be saving lives?

- Don't move!

Watch that third rail.

I don't want anybody hitting that.

Hey, watch for the rubble right there!

Watch for the rubble.

Oh, Jesus.

- There she is.

- Looks like we got a hell of a fire, Stan.

Yeah, we sure do.

Right, let's go, let's go, double time!

It can't be gas, they turned off

the whole quadrant. Gotta be electrical.

Call LAFD! Tell them there's a fire

500 yards from MacArthur Park station!

Get those first-aid kits

and those oxygen masks down here now!

Here, give me that.

Come on. Hit it.

Come on, hit it!

Oh, my God.

Give me a push.

- Let's check these people out in here.

- Check 'em out.

I got a pulse! Get the other one.

How many we got?

Give me a count here! Give me a count!

Some oxygen up here.

Stan.

Just a second. Just a second.

Stan!

Let's get everybody out on the station floor.

What you got, Pete?

What the hell is that?

Get off the train...

Get off the train! Get off the train!

Every one of these bodies off the train now!

Fireman's carry, go, go!

- We can't get 'em all.

- Anybody see the driver?

Give me your gloves.

- What're you doing?

- I gotta find the driver.

Every one of these people off the train now.

Come on, move it! Move it! Go! Go!

Stan, get back here!

We are in the parking lot at Cedars Sinai

and this is an incredible scene.

These people are staying in the parking lot

because the emergencyroom

is filled to capacity.

The injuredjustkeep coming here

one afteranother.

This, to me, seems more like a MASH unit

than a majormetropolitan hospital...

Yeah?

- Gator, you got my girl?

- Right here.

- Doc says she's gonna be fine.

- Nearly done.

All right, let me talk to her.

Man's got a direct line to the governor,

but he's calling you.

- I'm fine, Daddy. Honestly,... I'm OK.

- This is gonna sting.

OK?

- I love you, baby.

- Then stop sending us bodies.

- We have gota full house overhere.

- I don't have any choice.

Cedars Sinai is the only emergency room

that's still safe and north of the flow.

We got earthquake victims,

burns, smoke inhalations.

They're doing triage on the sidewalk.

Put the post-ops in the mall.

Beverly Center's gotta have its own power.

- The mall, huh?

- Yeah.

Anything good at the cineplex?

Have the cops close the streets for you.

Oh, goddammit.

Jesus H Christ.

- See that? The flow's gonna turn.

- Yeah, I saw it.

- What's south of here, Lieutenant?

- Convalescent homes, hospitals.

I'll tell you. A big gas station,

a million houses and everyone I know.

Get back in there.

We need everybody we can get.

Sh*t!

Emmit, where are those K-rails?

I need 'em right now.

Hey, what were you trying to do?

Take that guy downtown?

- Better take the freeway. Wilshire looks bad.

- Hey, enough!

Let's get these people on the cart.

Come on, Stan. Come on, Stan.

Where the hell are you?

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb.

Holy Mary, mother of God...

- Get on the walkie...

- Hey, it's Stan!

Jump, Stan! Come on, Stan! Go!

Stan, get outta there!

Jump!

- Get outta here!

- No, Stan! You can't save him!

Come on, jump!

- Come on!

- Come on! Save yourself!

No!

Aaahhhhhhh!

Aaahhh!

Ah!

- Emmit, FAA want an update.

- Where are we with the airports?

No more outgoing.

Incoming is being re-routed to Ontario.

No, no, no, no. Marty, no.

Look at the screen. That cloud is blowing due

east. We gotta send everything to San Diego.

Emmit, they got two gas lines burning on

Fairfax. They can't get any hydrant pressure.

- Swimming pools.

- What about them?

Pump out all the swimming pools.

That's all the water we need.

Emmit, just got a call from La Brea.

Total gridlock from Pico to Sunset.

- Didn't we send over those traffic cops?

- That's who's calling.

Cars keep stalling out because of the ash.

- It's clogging up the air filters.

- Chevettes, right?

OK, nowyou can see it coming rightat us.

Just a relentless tide oflava melting the street

itself. Itincinerates everything it touches.

They're using concrete, they're using cars,...

- You gotta get me some water pressure!

- I can't. The city's out.

- Hydrants are dry!

- Lights are out in San Francisco.

- We gotta get these guys some help.

- Yeah, I can see that.

Don't you hear me?

I said the lights are out in San Francisco.

But this street's on fire.

Nobody gives a sh*t about San Francisco!

All right, good to see you.

We want a corridor outta these K-rails. Keep it

flowing down Wilshire and headed west, OK?

- Where are the rest of them?

- This is it.

- There's only about 80 here.

- 82. Everything else is stuck on the 5 or 10.

We're trying to keep the city in one piece.

80 rails won't do it!

- What you blaming me for?

- Convenience!

- Maybe we can chopper more in?

- One at at time, forget it!

Why not knock down a couple of buildings

and block this son of a b*tch?

All right, come with me.

You guys, come with me.

- Open a reservoir!

- And the city drinks what?!

- There won't be a city, ifyou don't move.

- I'm doing my best!

Knock this sh*t off! What is with you people?

Chief, how long will it take this stuff

to get to Fairfax?

- About ten minutes, give or take.

- Enough time to build a barricade?

All right, look.

Wilshire Boulevard, Fairfax.

80 K-rails, double stacked in a horseshoe.

OK?

A cul-de-sac.

That's gotta be a wall at least 6ft high.

- D'you have any helicopters, water tankers?

- Not yet, but they're on the way.

Once you get this lava to pool, dump

everything on it, all at once, to form a crust.

Maybe it'll dam itself like one did in lceland.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

This is putting a Band-Aid on a broken leg.

I don't know how many men

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