World Trade Center Page #6

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You sleep, you ain't coming back.

You got to come back,

'cause we're getting out of here.

Sarge!

John McLoughlin!

If you can hear me, yell or tap!

Can you hear me?

Are you sleeping?

Sarge!

Will?

Where are we?

In hell.

We're alive in hell.

How about that, John?

Pipe.

Keep trying.

Try the pipe.

Good.

Keep doing it.

We could circle back.

Never mind.

Yeah.

We hear you!

We hear you!

-Go!

-Keep yelling!

-Who's down there?

-PAPD.

McLoughlin and Jimeno.

-Hello?

-Here!

I don't see you!

You got to be kidding me.

Here!

Gotcha.

Gotcha!

Just hang on! Just hang on, okay?

Don't leave us.

We've been here a long time.

We're not leaving you, buddy.

We're Marines. You are our mission.

That's great! Oh, that's great!

The Marines, John!

Can you believe that?

Sergeant, if we leave this spot,

we might never make it back.

That's what I'm thinking.

-It's overloaded?

-Yeah.

My sister in Pittsburgh.

Hello?

It's me. I'm at the Trade Center.

Yeah. Emergency Command.

You got an exact location on that?

Great. Yeah.

Guys, I got two Port Authority cops

found in the middle of the rubble.

They're still alive.

I got it.

Thank God!

They found him, Donna!

You hear that? They got him.

Wait. Wait a minute.

Wait, wait. All right.

All right. All right. Thank you.

We're on our way.

He's okay! The son of a b*tch

walked right out onto Liberty Street.

They want us to meet him

at the bus terminal.

I am going to kick his ass

when I see him!

He just walked right out.

He just walked right out.

-Allison, he's alive.

-What?

He's alive. They couldn't kill him.

They couldn't kill him.

They found him.

He's trapped,

but they're digging him out right now.

He's the toughest son of a gun I know.

He's made of rocks, is he not?

-He's coming home.

-Come on. Let's go.

Have you been working out?

I can't keep up to you here.

I told you. Didn't I tell you?

So where are we supposed

to pick him up?

Where are we supposed to pick him up?

No one asked?

Jerry! What're you doing?

-You're the Marine?

-Yeah.

Scott Strauss, Emergency Service Unit.

What do we got? How many

are down there? Two down there?

They're Port Authority cops.

The first one's down about 20 feet,

in pretty bad shape.

The second one's even deeper.

It's a tough hole to get down,

but they're in there, and they're alive.

We got to hold them off, Paddy.

All right, listen up.

No one make any sudden moves.

All right?

This whole thing's

like a pile of pick-up sticks.

-Is there any F.D. up here?

-Any F.D. up here?

-Ed! Ed.

-Yeah.

Go back to Church.

Get the fire department up here.

Got it.

Is Captain Yee on the radio?

Captain Yee on the air?

On the air.

-Captain. Captain, it's Scott Strauss.

-Go ahead.

I got two cops here buried in the rubble.

Right in the pile near the globe.

I need equipment and manpower.

Also get F.D. up here forthwith.

We're gonna burn.

Got it, Scotty. Stay safe.

I need a paramedic!

Who here's a medic?

I used to be.

Used to be? Jesus Christ. Come on!

I need a paramedic here.

My license lapsed.

I had a few bad years.

But I know what I'm doing.

I'm good.

You know this whole thing

could collapse on our heads and kill us?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Chuck Sereika.

I'm Scott. Come on. All right.

Hey.

-Seen the way to one of them.

-All right, Paddy. Call it.

It's real tight, Scotty.

Hey.

You're never gonna get down there

with all that gear, buddy.

Try this, Marine KBAR.

Best knife ever made.

Thanks. You got a name, Marine?

Staff Sergeant Karnes.

I mean, something a little shorter.

Staff Sergeant.

-Okay.

-You all right?

Yeah.

Okay.

My wife is Pat Strauss.

You tell her and my kids

that I love them, okay?

You ready?

-Let's go.

-All right.

Hi. Where's John McLoughlin?

-Mrs. McLoughlin?

-Yes.

He's alive,

but I'm afraid there's been a mistake.

Mistake?

When they called me,

they really thought John walked out.

He didn't. He's still trapped,

but they're working on him.

Is he hurt bad?

Oh, my God.

Oh, this is not right.

This is not right!

He gave you everything,

years of his life!

And you can't even get this right?

Where is he? I'm going down there.

I'm sorry, Mrs. McLoughlin.

It's too dangerous.

Where are they taking him?

Bellevue.

-Thank you.

-Thanks.

Where do we take him

when we get him out?

Triage at One Liberty.

And what's the status of McLoughlin?

He's further down.

We're still working on him.

Easy, easy.

We need more length! Kink it!

What the hell?

-103!

-Yeah.

We need a line down here fast.

Okay, breathe this. Breathe. Okay.

Chuck, how's he doing?

Blood pressure's holding. He's stable.

But he's swelling,

and he's getting colder.

Paddy!

Get something to cover him, will you?

Hey, Willy.

Brother, take a blow. Take the blow.

We got fresh guys up there.

All right.

I got to get down below you.

We got a guy down below you.

I'm sorry, Will.

Why can't I ever get a female cop?

At least somebody skinny.

What do you want?

My wife's a great cook.

She'd better be,

'cause I'm bringing 20 people

to that barbecue you're giving for me.

Scotty! They say

they can't control the fires.

Building Four and Five

might come down.

Nothing like a little pressure, right?

God damn it. It's not working.

Try more cribbing.

Chuck. Paddy.

Just get out of here.

This whole damn thing

could come down on us.

There's no sense in all of us

getting killed.

You gonna pry up that slab

and get him out of here yourself?

I've been in and out of rehab for years.

Finally figured out the only thing

I've ever been good at is helping people.

We're doing this together.

I ain't leaving.

I don't mean to break up the moment,

but we're all

getting out of here together.

Is someone there? You got water?

Who the hell's that?

I told you. That was my partner.

-Hey, John!

-I thought he was your partner.

I'm almost out, okay?

They're coming soon. I promise.

-Okay, Will.

-Who's that?

McLoughlin.

Scott Strauss, ESU. How you doing?

I'm okay. Need water.

We hear you. When we get Will out,

we're coming for you.

We can't get anything to you

down there right now, John.

There's just no room.

This guy.

He's gonna die

if you don't get him out soon.

And the only thing in the way is my leg.

I want you to cut it off.

Just cut it off. I can live without a leg.

Okay.

I'm not cutting your leg off. I can't.

You're coming out in one piece,

you hear me?

You gotta...

Look, it's my leg.

Just juice me up and cut it off.

If he dies, I die. That's just the way it is.

Look, Will,

your partner must be 20 feet deeper.

Probably more compacted than you.

Even if I cut your leg off, he's not gonna

get out of there for hours.

I'm sorry, man. Now, let me do my work.

We're going again!

Hi.

Ma'am, this is Allison Jimeno.

She's Will Jimeno's wife.

I'm his sister.

We were told he was coming here.

We're asking all the family members

to please wait in the cafeteria.

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