06x11 - Paperwork

[bunniefuu]

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

What are you doing?

I'm taking inventory.

Why in Spanish?

Did you ever see
what's in there?

[CONTINUES SPEAKING SPANISH]

Will you look at that dog?

He's the only one in this
station that's got it made.

Well, maybe we could get him
to do some work around here.

Work? You can't even
get him off the couch.

[CHUCKLES] Well, at least
he keeps the couch dusted.

Gather around. I got
a little present for us.

[SCOFFS] Yeah. I bet.

This is two weeks' worth of
computer-coded incident cards.

They were bounced back from
the computer center for errors.

CHET: What are computer-coded
incident cards?

These. One of the
joys of being a captain

is that I get to fill one of
these out for every incident.

Hey, Captain, you're not
telling us that you made an error?

No. No. But somebody did.

And we've gotta correct it.

That's the problem
with firefighting today.

Too much paperwork.

Well, it comes
with the territory, pal.

Yeah. Well, explain to me, Cap,
what good these do for firefighting.

Don't pose logical
questions to me about this.

Look. Look, the best way to
explain this to you is to let you do it.

[LAUGHING]

See, I'd do it myself,
but I think you'd profit by the experience.

Yeah.

Cap, I don't understand. These
are a bunch of check marks.

Well, that's because
they're computer cards.

You gotta decode them with a code
book which you'll find in my desk.

Oh, Cap, there's gotta be


No, no,
no. Only 62. Won't take you anytime at all.

[GROANS]

I'm gonna have writer's
cramp for a year.

Beats dishpan hands.

[nos BARKING]

Okay.

Okay, boy. Get back. Get back now. Come on,
get back.

Hey, mutt!

Hey, mutt!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Watch the dog!

BOY: Daddy, watch the dog!

FATHER: Go. Look out.

Hey. Anybody hurt?

Was that your lousy dog?

No. He belongs to
the people I work for.

I opened the gate
and he ran off.

So I see the damage
as your responsibility.

No, sir. Not me.
Hey, wait a minute!

That water's gonna tear
the inside of my car apart!

Let me use your phone,
will you? I just work there.

Nobody's home. Well,
haven't you got a key or something?

No. Look,
there's a phone up around the corner, huh?

[DOG WHIMPERING]
Oh, boy. Look at this mess.

Come on, you mutt!
Thanks for nothing.

Come on, Mike.

[SIGHS] We'll find a phone.

I wanna stay and
watch the water.

Come on, will you?

I wanna stay. You
wanna get smacked?

I wanna stay. I wanna stay.

Okay, you stay right here.

And don't play in the water.

You stay out of the street.

And don't get your shoes wet.

Mom will k*ll us both.

Hey, kid. If you're gonna play around here,
be careful, huh?

Hey, kid! Be careful!

[EXCLAIMS]

Hey, kid! Kid!

Get the fire department.
I can't get him out.

[SIRENS WAILING]

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:


toxic chemicals are stored
in a tanker.

Use caution.

KELLY ON RADIO: Squad 51,
this is Rampart. Can you send me some EKG?

JOHNNY ON RADIO:


We're sending you a strip.
Vitals to follow.

Pulse is 160. The victim
is in extreme pain, Rampart.

[INTERCOM BEEPING]

This patient is in V-fib.

Rampart, we have lost the
victim's pulse. Beginning CPR.

[RAPID BEEPING]

We're defibrillating victim,
Rampart.

Rampart, we've defibrillated
victim. Decent sinus rhythm.

JOE ON RADIO: Administer 2 amps
sodium bicarb and insert an airway.

KELLY ON RADIO: Start an IV,


DIXIE: Squad 51, continue monitoring
Vitals and transport immediately.

JOHNNY ON RADIO:
We're on our way, Rampart.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Hurry up! He's stuck in here. I can't
get him out. It's filling up with water.

Come on. Yeah.
Hold it. I got him.

I was trimming some trees.
His father hit a hydrant.

Yeah. Cap?

I think we can get to
him from here. Okay.

Boy!

He's really stuck
in here, all right.

He's got this limb down
here. It's a big limb.

It's pressing him up against
the lip of this drainage.

STANLEY: Well, can you
pull it loose?

No, I don't think so.
Not without hurting him.

It's just acting
just like a lever.

You know, Cap,
I think I'm gonna need a handsaw.

You got one, Kelly? Yeah.

You got it.

Well, I'll tell you, the sooner we
can get him out of here, the better.

Lower down that flow,
will you, please?

Yeah. That's good.

All right. I think I've got it.

Why don't you try
lifting him out?

Easy now. Let me move this here.

ROY: Let's take him
back this way.

Okay.

I'm not getting
the carotid on him.

Cut this shirt.

Strip it down to the... Just down to the
collar. I'm gonna have to cut through again.

No. Can you get a carotid?

Get the paddles.

Okay. Let me get in there.

What have we got?
STANLEY: V-fib.

Okay.

ROY: Okay.

JOHNNY: Okay. Wait a minute.

One... Two...

ROY: Clear.

Nothing.

Come on.

One... Two...

Clear.

Mike!

Mike!

[EXCLAIMS] Hold it, please.
Hold it.

Listen. Listen. We think
he's gonna be okay.

He nearly...

Say, Mike, can you
bring in an IV box?

Well, he got stuck down in the
storm drain somehow or other.

I got a drug box over here,
Johnny, if you need it.

My God! I was only gone five
minutes. All right. It's all right.

Mike?

Can you get the pulse on him? Yeah. Pulse,




Will he be all right?

Uh, Rampart,
this is Squad 51. How do you read?

Go ahead, 51.

We have a male. Approximate age,


He's a victim of
fresh water drowning.

He was in V-fib.

We've defibrillated times two.

He's now in sinus tach.
Standby for vital signs.

My God! BP is 80 over 50.

Picking up bilateral rhonchi.

Got rates. Okay.

Cyanotic also.

Mild cyanosis.

Okay, Rampart,
BP 80 over 50. Pulse is 120.

His respirations are assisted.

He's got rates,
bilateral rhonchi,

and he's in mild cyanosis.

[sum-nus]


with normal saline.

Give him one amp sodium
bicarb and transport immediately.

JOHNNY: Uh, 10-4, Rampart.

Where are you taking him?

Rampart General Hospital.
You can ride along if you want.

Yeah. Okay. I'll go with him.

I was just gone for a few
minutes. Just a few minutes.

Yeah, well, that's all it takes.

I'll intubate. Let's put
him on a volume respirator

with five centimeters
water PEEP.

Move his head down
a little bit for me.

That's good.

Pulse is 120.

Ninety over sixty.

How long was he
in respiratory arrest?

Mmm. About a minute.

Mike, draw blood for CBC, BUN,

arterial blood gases,
creatinine.

All right.

Uh, I'll check him
for further injuries.

Call x-ray. I want them
down here immediately.

This is Nurse Mason
in Treatment Room 4.

We need a chest x-ray stat.

Hi, Dix.

Hi, Johnny.

How's he doing?

Well, looks like
he's gonna make it.

Well, that's great.

Oh, Roy had to call home.
He'll be back in a few minutes.

Oh, okay. No problem.

Listen,
we're gonna have to get some supplies here.

We need some normal saline,
splint board, four-by-fours,

two bags of Ringer's...

Uh-huh. I'm sorry, Johnny.
I can't help you.

[SCOFFS]

Hey, Doc. What's the matter? Hi,
Johnny.

Isn't my credit good anymore?

Well, we've got
a supply nurse now.

You'll just have to
talk to her about it.

You got a what? A supply nurse?

The administration is trying to keep a
better control on our supply inventory.

Or some dumb jazz
like that. I don't know.

Hmm. Sounds like
a conspiracy to me.

Trying to drive the staff
around here insane.

Mike had a run-in with
the new system already.

System?

Dix, don't dignify that
rat's nest of red tape

by trying to call it a system.

Well, careful, Mike.
You're scaring Johnny.

I mean, they haven't
re-supplied yet.

Oh? I take it you haven't
met the new supply nurse yet?

No. Not yet.

She'll make your day.

You guys are putting me on.

Would I do that to you?

[CHUCKLES]

Okay. Where is she?

Right at the entrance.

Dix, I can get along
with anybody.

Where are the supplies?
[SIGHS] Don't have them.

They've got a new supply system.

We have to go see the
supply nurse at the entrance.

Oh. Come on.

Well, I'm beginning to like
this new system already.

Hi. Morning.

What unit?

Well, uh...

County, Squad 51.

My name is John Gage. This
here is my partner, Roy DeSoto.

Patterson. I'm the
emergency supply nurse.

Oh. Well, I don't believe I have
ever seen you around here before.

That's correct. But you'll
see a lot of me in the future.

[CHUCKLES] I certainly hope so.

I presume you're here
for supplies? Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Uh, we have five bags
of saline, some D5Ws,

let's make it about
three of those,

and then we're gonna need some
four-by-fours. We're low enough...

Excuse me. Where's
the request voucher?

Request voucher?

Your previous shift should have
given you a blank request voucher.

[CLEARS THROAT] Oh, well...

They were on a fire. I don't think
they remembered to give us one.

You are impossible.

[MOUTHING] Here. Fill
this out and press hard.

You're making five copies.

Five copies? For saline?

Roy, fill out the copy. I mean,
she's only doing her job.

I'll start getting the supplies.

That will save some time.

Um, how many saline?

Five. Five bags full.

Right, five?

[CLEARS THROAT] Yeah. Five.

Is that...

Is this all you do? You just kind of hang
around in here and hand out supplies?

I'm a specialist in administrative
management and inventory control.

Oh, I didn't know that.

That sounds really interesting.

I didn't know that they had
specialists for this sort of thing.

Really interesting. I'd kind
of like to get together with you

and kind of find out
what your specialties are.

Would you like to have
a cup of coffee with us?

No,
thanks. I don't drink coffee. Oh.

Here you go.

That's your request voucher.

And here are your supplies.

Now, wait a minute. You haven't
even checked to see what we need.

I know what you want.

This is your receipt.

Save it.

Uh, see, I asked for five...

Five bags of saline,
and you've given me three.

Oh, that's our new
re-supply policy.

You see, studies have shown
us that the average paramedic unit.

[CHUCKLES]
uses 2.3 bags per day.

Um, look, I don't know
what studies are showing.

I know that we need five or
we wouldn't have asked for five...

Roy... If we didn't need them.

Take it easy, will you? Just
take it easy. Let me handle this.

Look, let me try to explain
to you what we're doing here.

[CHUCKLES]

We're trying to keep all
the supplies in the squad,

and in that way,
we don't have to keep running back here.

No. To Rampart to get...

No? No. The stock
is to be stored here,

not in the vehicles.

Oh.

Well, in that case,
we'll be back real soon.

Mmm-hmm.

And don't forget
your request voucher.

Have it filled out when
you report for supplies.

[STAMMERS] And...

I cannot believe there are five copies,
five copies of it.

All right. All right.
Don't get too hasty.

JOHNNY: After all,
she is new at the job.

You do have to consider that,
you know.

Yeah, well, I don't think she's
going to improve with age.

Look, she is efficient.

I mean, she is efficient.
I admire efficiency.

You wouldn't say that if
she were 50 and overweight.

[CHUCKLES] That has
nothing to...

ROY-

Look, her physical appearance
has absolutely nothing to do with it.

Yeah, right.

Besides, a girl that looks
that good can't be all bad.

What girl?

Don't worry about a thing, Chet.

You're definitely not her type.

ROY: Yeah? I wonder
who is her type.

Oh, Roy,
don't be that way. She's a sweet girl.

Uh-huh.

Chet, how're you doing
on those incident cards?

Oh, don't ask, Roy. I mean,
all these lines and dots and numbers,

they're gonna drive me
to a funny farm.

[CHUCKLES] Be a short trip,
wouldn't it?

[CHUCKLES SARCASTICALLY]

You know what the error was?

Somebody on C-Shift put the
wrong number incident in the log.

Now, all the numbers
are out of sequence.

Oh, yeah? Huh.

Look, if anybody asks,
I'm gonna go sharpen my pencils.

And leave these things
alone, Gage.

I've got 'em all in order.

Huh. Yeah.

A beautiful green forest was
ground into pulp to make these.

Yeah, really.

Hey. Hi,
guys. How're you doing? Hey, Marco.

Yeah, mind if I set
the table here?

Uh, Marco. I... Yeah.

It's time for lunch.

Guess what I'm gonna have.

Burritos and enchiladas.

Uh-huh. Here we go.

Hi, Henry. How you doing?

It's almost time for lunch.

Okay, where are
my incident reports?

MARCO: On the couch.

CHET: They're all mixed up!

Well, I'm sorry, Chet,
but it's time for lunch.

You're sorry? Yeah.

I had them all
straightened out in order.

Now they're all mixed
up and you're sorry?

Look, I just wanted
to set the...

Look, this isn't
an office, you know.

Hey, it took me two hours with the
code book to get those things straight.

MARCO: Well, go sort them
out some place else.

STANLEY: Wait a minute. Wait.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Hold on. Hold on.

Now, look. Look,
we've got a couple of minutes before lunch,

then we've got
a drill after lunch...

[SIGHS] I'll tell you what.

Stuff them back in the envelope
and we'll leave them for the next shift.

[SIGHS] Best thing
I've heard all day.

Yeah.

I wish we could do the same
with those request vouchers.

Really?

[ALARM SOUNDING]

I don't believe it.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Squad 51, man sick.

2300 University Circle.

A Building. Room 101.

2300 University Circle.

A Building. Room 101.

Cross street, Sunset.
Time out, 1210.

STANLEY: Squad 51. KMG 365.

What's going on?

Oh, probably somebody's just a little sick,
that's all.

Where's A Building?
Oh, it's right down there.

Just follow these arches.

Okay. Thank you.

Let's see.

We're looking for 101.

There's 100.101.

All right. Just relax.

What's wrong with
you? My stomach.

Terrible cramps. Cramps?

I can't straighten up. Barely
could make it back to the phone.

Was there any blood? No.

Okay, what's your name?

My name is Marty Thompson.

I'm a student assistant.

I was cleaning up
when I got these pains.

All right. Look, just
try to relax, okay?

We'll take a look at you
and check you out.

Okay, 120 on the pulse.

Okay. Did you have
anything to eat?

I had half a chicken salad
sandwich and some wine.

Yeah? When was that?

Couple of hours ago, I guess.

Yeah. When did the pain start?

Oh, half an hour ago.

[MARTY GROANING]

Okay. Where exactly do you hurt?

Right here. No. Maybe it's here.

Yeah? It's everywhere.

ROY: Okay. Just relax.

All right. But it's mainly
in the abdomen area?

Yeah.

ROY: BP is 160 over 100.
What did you say the pulse was?

JOHNNY: 120.

What's going on here?

Well, we're Los Angeles County
Fire Department paramedics.

This is Roy DeSoto.
My name is John Gage.

I'm Professor McCrary.
What's wrong with him?

Well, sir, we don't really know.

He's complaining
of stomach pain.

I'll be okay, Dr. McCrary.

Well, Marty, I'm sorry,
but is there anything I can do?

No, sir. I don't believe so.

We're on the phone
now to the hospital.

We may have to
take him in, however.

Marty, I surmise that
you're in capable hands.

Just lie still and do what
the paramedics tell you.

Yes, sir.

If you'll excuse me,

I'm in a hurry to get a specimen
ready for the biochemistry lab.

JOHNNY: Yes.

Rampart, this is Squad 51.

Go ahead, 51.

Rampart,
we have a male patient here age about 28.

Patient is complaining of pains in
the lower quadrant of the abdomen.

The vital signs are,
BP is 160 over 100,

pulse is 120, respiration is 24.

Patient apparently ate a half
chicken salad sandwich and some wine

about two hours ago.

No, I... I ate the sandwich
at 9:00 this morning.

I drank the wine just a little
while ago. Maybe 20 minutes.

ROY: That's a
correction, Rampart.

Patient had the chicken salad
sandwich at 9:00 this morning...

My Specimen!

What happened to my specimen?

Oh, no!

Oh, Marty!

Marty... You didn't...

You couldn't have...

[STAMMERING] I'm afraid he did. Didn't you,
Marty?

I thought it was sangria.

[sums]

That wine was sealed
in a Mesopotamian tomb



I just arranged
for a chemical analysis.

I'm poisoned?

I needed that sample to prove
my theory of cultural integration

between Assyria and Mycenae,
and you drank it?

Thirty years' work all gone.

All gone.

I'm really sorry,
but it's k*lling me.

All right. Take it easy, will you?
Just try to breathe easy, all right?

Rampart, the wine
that the patient had

was apparently 2,600 years old.



That's hard to believe.

Why don't you bring in
a sample for analysis?

Well, Rampart, that's impossible

'cause he drank all there was.

Well, in that case,
bring in the container in the transport.



I think I'm gonna be sick.

All right. Take it easy.
Hold on. Wait. Wait.

All right. Just take it easy,
all right?

Just try to lay back. Take
a lot of deep breaths, okay?

Take some deep breaths. Marty,
please...

Sir. Sir! ROY: Sir.

I've got to get my sample!

Well, sir, you're... You can't
suffocate him in the process.

All right now. Just try
to calm yourself, all right?

I'll contact the ambulance.

JOHNNY: All right.

Take some deep breaths.

All right. You're gonna feel
better. You're gonna feel better.

Try to remember, Marty.
Did it taste like honey?

[GRUNTING] Professor,
please. I'm dying.

Well, listen, did it
taste of camphor?

That would definitely
tie it in with Mycenae.

It tasted vile and bitter.

Yeah. Oh! Hold it. Hold it.

Just thinking about it
makes me want to...

Sir. Sir.

In the bag, Marty.

Sir, will you please
let him breathe?

But I've got to get my specimen.

Fine. We'll see what
we can do at the hospital.

Right now, we gotta get
him in there. Let's go. Let's go.

Watch it, Roy.

[STAMMERS]
I'm going in with him.

No. I'll tell you what. You
better follow us in, all right?

You can follow me in the squad.

Marty, what did it taste like?

Um, was it bitter?

Was it viscous?

Okay, come on. We're taking him
to Rampart General Hospital, okay?

[SNIFFING]

Hmm.



That's what they say.

[WHISTLES]

I just don't see how these
symptoms could be caused by wine.

I don't care how old it is.

Well, unless the liquid leached
something from the container...

But this thing's terracotta.
It's unpainted.

Well, his presentation looks
suspiciously like gastroenteritis to me.

But I guess we can't rule out
some form of food poisoning.

So give him 30 ccs of ipecac

and take a sample
of the emesis for analysis.

Okay, Joe.

Okay.

Marty, we're not certain it's
the wine that's making you sick.

So we're going to give you
something to make you throw up.

Oh, no!

Now, look,
we've gotta send it to the lab.

I know it's not fun,
but it's not going to be that bad, okay?

I'm going to have a talk
with the professor.

Fine.

Professor McCrary? Yes?

I'm Dr. Early.

Oh, how's Marty?

Well, his cramps seem
to be less severe.

We're giving him ipecac
to induce vomiting.

Oh, please, Doctor,
I need a specimen of that wine

to substantiate my
theory of its origin.

Are you sure
it was wine that he...

Oh, absolutely.

It was put in the tomb
to refresh the spirits

of the deceased in the nether
world. And they always...

[GROANING] What's wrong?
What's wrong? Relax, take it easy.

I don't know. It's my stomach.

Orderly, get a gurney, stat.

[GRUNTS]

Blood pressure is 140
over 90. Pulse is 90.

Respirations are 16.
And temperature is 100.6.

Okay, thank you.

Did you drink any of the wine?

Certainly not.

What did you have to eat today?

I missed breakfast.

All I had time for
was half a sandwich.

A chicken salad sandwich?

Yes, matter of fact.

Hmm. You know,
the paramedics reported that Marty said

that he had half a chicken salad
sandwich he'd found in the lab.

It was mine.

I assure you, Doctor,
I didn't drink any of the wine.

Well, where did you
get the sandwich?

My wife made it yesterday.

Was it unrefrigerated?

Yes. She puts it in my
briefcase so I don't forget it.

You know, your symptoms
and Marty's indicate to me

that you're suffering from
some mild form of food poisoning.

You see, chicken salad,
especially unrefrigerated chicken salad,

can become contaminated by a type of
bacteria called Staphylococcus aureus.

And I think that's exactly what's
causing these abdominal pains.

Give him 30 ccs of ipecac.

It wasn't the wine?

No, I really don't think so.

We're gonna make some tests
and we'll keep both of you here

under observation
for a few hours.

What about my specimen?

Well, I'll have our lab make
a complete analysis of it

and I'll send you
a copy of the result.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

You don't know how much
that means to me.

[GROANING]

Take it easy.

I'm just sorry
all the wine's gone.

[SIGHS] 2,600 years old.

You know, I wouldn't have
minded having a taste of that myself.

[LAUGHING]

[GROANING]

Wrong. Your signature
belongs here.

Now fill it out properly.

I don't believe this. Here
we are standing in line.

I'll tell you something. I'd rather
borrow the D5W than face her again.

I've had it with her.

Roy, look,
will you just settle down?

Look, let me
do the talking, okay?

Don't antagonize her.
She's only doing her job.

PATTERSON: All right.
All right. Move along now.

Move along.

She's doing what she was told.

PATTERSON: Next, please.

Hi, how are you doing?

County 51, right?

Hey, pretty good memory.

Of course I've got
a good memory.

I was trained in memory
control and retention.

What do you want, DeSoto?

[SCOFFS]

Yeah. Well, I'm Gage
and this is DeSoto.

Where's your request voucher?

Oh, right here. Right here.

Signed, sealed and delivered.

Is there something
wrong with that?

How many bags of D5W
did you use on this shift?

One.

Then why are you
requesting two bags?

Oh! Well, we were down two.

But you said you only used one.

Yeah, I know.

[CHUCKLES] I know. But
we were down one before that.

Why didn't your previous
request voucher reflect that?

Look, what's the big deal? I mean,
so we're down one bag. I mean...

Somebody on the shift
before me could have done it.

I don't know. We don't drink the stuff,
you know.

Don't you be flippant with me.

My job is to track down wastage.

What...

Now, fill this out.

Now wait just a doggone
minute here. You mean...

You mean I have to fill
this out to get my supplies?

That's correct.

And I have to do that
every time I come in here?

Until we learn why
you're wasting supplies.

Now, I suggest you and your
partner divide the responsibilities.

Well, I have a suggestion
for you. You can take...

Don't antagonize her, all right?

I mean, after all,
the lady is only doing her job.

Look, why don't...

Why don't you ride out
with the paramedics

and you just see
what our problems are?

There is no excuse for wastage.

None.

Um. Ma'am?

You been a supply nurse long? I mean,
have you ever been one before?

As a matter of fact,
this is my first assignment.

And I intend to do it
the right way.

[STAMMERS] Well, you're...

[MURMURING]

Uh-uh. You've already had yours.

Got to watch your diet, pal.

Wonderful news.

This morning, we're going to start
inventorying target hazard folders.

Everybody except Chet and Marco.

What are we going to do, Cap?

I got a special treat for
you two guys right there.

Oh, not again, Cap.

I thought C-Shift was
supposed to do these things.

Nah, they had 18 runs
yesterday. They never got to 'em.

Yeah, likely story.

Yeah, it's okay, Chet. I'll make
sure you do it right this time.

Look, I guess we'll go over and
pick up some supplies, all right?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Mmm-hmm. A likely story.

Cap, we're not
getting out of anything.

We got paperwork
of our own to do.

Let's get to work.

And if there's any fires today,

just tell them Chet Kelly's
too busy with his paperwork.

Yeah, well, that's okay. Nobody
ever has a fire this early in the morning.

Joe, what are you doing
with those drums?

I'm stacking them
like you told me to.

I told you to put them
in the outside vans.

Those things are dangerous.

And why aren't you
using the forklift?

It's busted,
like everything else around here.

How else am I
supposed to move them?

All right. All right. Just
move them. But be careful.

That Joe's some kind of jerk.

Any spark could
set that stuff off,

and he's handling it
like dishwater.

Reverse is stuck again.

Get out of here!

[FIRE ALARM RINGING]

You're gonna have to press harder
on that thing to make five copies.

No, I'm not.
I'm making all the copies.

Oh, no!

Now you're gonna have
to fill out another form

to explain why you're gonna
need another request voucher.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Station 51, Engine 75,

Engine 116, Battalion 14.

Box alarm, 8113 Ocean Street.

Cross street,
Commerce Boulevard.

Time out, 0926.

[SIREN WAILING]

Squad 51, 10-4.

[SIREN WAILING]

STANLEY ON RADIO:
Engine 51, KMG 365.

JOE: We got a
nitro-methane expl*si*n.

That place is loaded
with stuff that can go.

JOHNNY: Got anybody in there?

Yeah, there's a foreman
and his secretary.

They're trapped in the office
in the back.

Okay, well, you better get
everybody out of here, all right?

Yeah. All right. Everybody
get away from the building.

Let's get back!

JOHNNY: Roy, we can't get in
through here.

Let's go in through the side.

ROY: I'll get the crowbar.

JOHNNY: Nitro methane gas, Cap.

STANLEY: Yeah? JOHNNY:
All kinds of other chemicals, too.

We got two people trapped
inside and we can't go in this way.

We may have to cut our way in down along
the side or maybe the back. Here, take it.

STANLEY: Okay.

We'll go with the foam, Mike.

Engine 75, Engine 51.

Go to the other side.
There's 116.

Assist us with two-and-a-halfs.

LA, Engine 51.
We have a nitro-methane spill

fully involved with other flammable
materials. Two victims trapped.

Request a second
alarm assignment.

All units to rig for foam,
all personnel to wear air masks.

Notify police.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Engine 51.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

Engine 236, Engine 16, Truck 27,

Squad 3, Battalion 7, System 4,

Division 2, Medic 2,

respond on second alarm
with Engine 51.

Nina-methane fire...

Hey,
Cap. We're gonna need a couple of ladders

and a supply line,
protection line and some help.

At least three guys, okay?
Okay. Okay, you got it.

Marco,
I need a protector line around the side.

Grab an inch-and-a-half.
Chet, get on this ladder.

[SIREN WAILING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[DISPATCHER CHATTERING ON RADIO]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

FIREFIGHTER: Hey,
give me a hand here.

Let's go. We need the ladder.

[CLATTERING]

FOREMAN: Hey, buddy.
Over... Over here.

I'm all right.

Get her. Joanne.
She hasn't moved.

All right.

Okay, we'll get you
up to the roof.

Okay.

Take it easy now. Yeah.

One step at a time.

Take it easy.

Hey! Give me a hand.

Give me a hand here.

Hey! Give me a hand.

I can pick it up
from here if you want.

Is she gonna be okay?

Yeah, doctors
are gonna fix her up.

Well, we're sure lucky
the whole thing didn't go up.

Yeah, well, this whole block
was lucky. Come on.

[GRUNTS]

You're gonna be fine.

You got it?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Johnny?

JOHNNY: All right.

Catch y'all later.

JOHNNY: All right.

[SIREN WAILING]

How's the patient?

She's gonna be fine. That's
more than I can say for us.

Oh, yeah. What's wrong?

We still have to face
that supply nurse.

Oh, you didn't hear.

She's gone.

Gone? You're kidding.

What happened?

Well, simple.

I just kept putting back a few
supplies whenever she wasn't around.

Her inventory control
got so screwed up,

the big thinker upstairs
just threw in the towel.

So, we're right back to
the old "no system" system.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, Dix,
you are beautiful.

Have you got
your paperwork ready?

Yeah. We still have to
have paperwork?

Just file them.

File them?

Right here.

Oh!

File 'em.

[sums]

You finished already?

You better believe it.

Okay, let me have a look.

[EXHALES]

Gentlemen, guess what. What?

We don't have any paperwork
to do anymore.

Huh?

Dix got rid of the supply nurse.

Think she can get rid of some
brass in the fire department?

I haven't the slightest idea,
but I know I'm going to go sit down...

Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. We got a problem.

Well, what's wrong with them?

I changed all the incident
numbers just like Chet told me to.

They'd already been corrected,
Marco. You changed 'em back.

[sums]

Why did you tell me to
change all those numbers?

I told you those were the numbers
we were changing from, Marco.

All right. Nobody is
going to go anywhere.

We are all going to
work on these things.

Us, too?