03x22 - Inventions

[bunniefuu]

Let's see, "Box 15 announces competition
for new firefighting innovations."

So, what's the big secret?

It's a cash prize.

Yeah. $250.

I figure we can win that $250.
You want to know how?

Yeah.

You know that spanner clip
we were thinking about making?

I figure I'll...

Hi, Chet.

Hi, John. Hi, Roy.

Bye, Chet.

You guys see that notice
about the contest?

Now, you're not thinking
about entering that, are you?

Listen, remember I was telling you
about that collapsible yellow jacket trap?

That's a good idea.
You should submit it.

Yeah, well, that was marketed
last year.

But don't worry,
I've got hundreds of them.

Look, there's no way he's gonna
come up with a better idea than us.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Station 51, Engine 41.

Reported vehicle collision and
fire. 1900 South Broad Street.

Cross street, Washington.

1900 South Broad.
Time out, 1135.

STANLEY: Station 51. KMG 365.

[HORN BLARING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[TRUCK HORN BLARING]

One inch and a half.

You got this one? Okay,
I'll take the other one.

[WOMAN GASPING]

Okay, easy. Help me. I can't...

I can't... I can't breathe.

Easy, now.

Cap, we got a head injury.

I'm gonna need a vacuum splint

and a backboard.

Marco, a vacuum splint
and a backboard, please.

John, can you find his manifest?

I don't see it anywhere, Cap.

Captain, we have a punctured
jugular down here.

Why don't you go help Roy,
huh? Okay.

Okay, easy, now. Take short,
rapid breaths, all right?

Short, rapid breaths. That's it.

Okay, Marco, let me have that
vacuum splint first, huh?

Cap, there's radioactive
material in this truck.

Tell Gage to get air bottles,
the radiation monitor and dosimeters.

Have Mike move our engine
away from here.

Hey, John, get the air bottles,
the radiation monitor and dosimeters.

Mike, move that engine out.

We have radioactivity. Get
those cars and people out of here!

Okay, buddy, now, we're gonna
try to move you out of your cab, here.

So you're gonna have to help us as
much as you can, if you can hear me.

Okay? Let's get him out
of here, Marco.

Okay, come on.

[MAN MOANING]

Okay, you got him? Easy. Yeah.

Okay, watch his head.

All right. Hold it there. Don't
move this thing yet. Let me get out.

Let's move.

JOHNNY: We got oxygen here.

Let's see. I'll get it over
her head. How's the driver?

He's doing better.

ROY: All right. Get it over
her head.

L.A., Engine 51. We have
a possible radiation leak.

Notify Engine 41.
DISPATCHER: 10-4, 51.

Hey, hey, you stay put.
Now, you're going to be okay.

What happened? She hit me?

I wouldn't know about that,
but you sure were in an accident.

Listen, what kind of cargo
were you carrying?

Accident? I was carrying
radiological waste.

Any of it spill?
Well, we don't know yet.

Rampart, this is Squad 51,
do you read me?

Get Dr. Brackett. Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have two victims. Man,
about 40 years old. Woman, about 30.

Woman's got a punctured jugular.

Possible rib fracture.

Also, she has a possible
broken femur.

We're using hand pressure
on the jugular vein now.

Vital signs are gonna follow.

Standing by, 51.

Pulse is 120. Respiration's at 24,
rapid and shallow.

Rampart, the pulse is 120.

And the respiration is 24,
rapid and shallow.


Can you get a BP reading?

Wait a while,
Rampart. We're trying to extricate her now.

How we doing?

[SIREN WAILING]

Okay, let's get her out of here.

ROY: Johnny,
you want to get that jugular? All right.

You got it? Yeah, I got it.

Okay.

Eighty systolic,
we can't hear a diastolic.

She's got a compound fracture
of her right femur.

She's pale and sweaty.

And her breathing is labored.

Rampart, the female victim has

a compound fracture
of the right femur.

She's pale, she's sweaty,
her breathing is labored.

The BP is 80 systolic,
but we can't hear the diastolic.

All right,
on the male, pulse is 110.

On the male victim, Rampart,
the vitals. The pulse is 110.

Respiration is about 20.

Respiration is 20.


on that jugular injury

and start an IV with Ringer's
lactate for both victims.

Yeah, 10-4.

Rampart, we may also have possible
contamination from radioactive material.


your dosimeter show?

All dosimeters read zero,
Rampart,

but we may have had heavy
gamma radiation discharge

before the dosimeters were
issued, so we don't know.


covered to prevent contamination.

Transport as soon as possible.



Dix, get Treatment 1
and 3 ready.

Tell Mike to set up radiation
safeguards for all medical personnel.

Right.

ROY: All right, easy now.
Easy, easy.

All right. Easy.
Okay, you got it?

Yeah. All right.

[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.

KELLY: Joe, you take the male.
Mike and I will take the female.

JOE: Right, Kel,
let's get him in 3.

All right, Mike, got it?
Yep. Treatment 1.

Hey, Dix, be sure that everybody
gets decontaminated. All these people.

KELLY: Can you get a
hemostat on that vein?

It's pretty close
to the carotid.

Jamie, I want all wounds
thoroughly cleansed

and checked
with a Geiger counter.

Right.

If any radioactive material gets in
her bloodstream, it could be fatal.

Right. Move for wet sponge, Kel.

As soon as we get
this bleeding stopped,

I want x-rays of the
chest and abdominal area.

[WOMAN GROANING]

In between, just in between.

Got it.

[WOMAN BREATHING HEAVILY]

Go ahead, I got it.

Good.

I want a skull series, stat.

You won't get no pictures.
Soaked up so much radiation,

I probably glow in the dark.

There's no evidence of that.
So keep your chin up, okay?

You're alive.
Isn't that all that matters?

But for how long?

The x-rays indicate a 70%
pneumothorax on the left.

There's no reading.

Good, she's got enough
problems as it is.

Kel,
the lab report shows she's got a PCO2 of 35

and a PO2 of 50. She's hypoxic.

I think we ought to insert
a chest tube.

Okay, let's get started.

Do you need me?
No, go ahead, Dix.

Just spread this a little bit.

I think she's gonna make it.

Good, how about
the truck driver?

Well, he's fine except for a bit of
hysteria about being radioactive.

To tell you the truth,
I was a little afraid of that myself. Yeah.

Hey, good news.
No contamination at all.

Just got the call
from the dispatcher.

I'll tell the truck driver that.

He probably won't believe me.

Hey, what say we get
out of these?

Good idea.

STOKER: What we need is a fan,
not a bellows.

MARCO: Look, a bellows would
give us a better variable control, man.

Don't you think?

Hi, fellows.

BOTH: Hi, Roy.

Don't let me interrupt you.
MARCO: Don't worry.

How we doing?

JOHNNY: Not a click.

I don't think there's
any radiation at all.

You know, I got a great
idea for the spanner clip.

Let's forget the metal
and go with the canvas.

It's cheaper
and easier to store.

Look, Roy, I got a better idea.

Why don't we just
forget about the spanner?

It's too simple.
We need something big.

But I've got an idea.

A foam b*mb.

Foam b*mb? Foam b*mb.

Yeah, it's about the size
of a hand grenade.

Okay, now picture this. Now,
a fireman rolls up to the fire, right?

He pulls a pin,
he throws it in the middle of the fire,

and instead of exploding,
it just squirts out like this, you know.

It just squirts this foam all over the
place, you know. CHET: Hey, Gage.

Is there something you
can take for that, pal?

Maybe some medicine? Shut up.

He's describing a foam b*mb.

Hey, Gage. You got to put a fire out,
not blow it up.

What's the matter with you?

Giving our ideas out like that.

Ideas like that
are worth millions, billions.

I'm serious. All right.

Why don't you build a prototype
model of it and submit it,

if you're worried about it
that much?

Prototype, huh?

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Squad 51, man unconscious.

3560 Olympia.
Cross street, Carter.

3560 Olympia. Time out, 1306.

STANLEY: Squad 51.


[SIREN WAILING]

In here, fellows.

I'm Aubrey. I'm the masseur.

I'm fireman Roy DeSoto,
this is John Gage. We're paramedics.

This is Mr. Hartley.

I started working on him
about 20 minutes ago.

He seemed
a little groggy at first.

I figured he had too much
to drive, to go home.

A little while later,
he went out like a light.

Pulse is normal, it's 80.

[STAMMERING] Hey, guys,

I've been in this business for 10
years. I've never had anything like this.

It's all right.
He's going to be okay.

Rampart, this is Squad 51.
Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have a male,
about 45 years old.

He's comatose
with no apparent injury.

The pulse is 80.
The respiration is about 24.

Hold on for BP.

BP is 130 over 90.

Rampart, BP is 130 over 90.

Be sure to tell him I had
nothing to do with it, huh?

JOE: 51, what was the victim
doing when he collapsed?

Rampart, he was getting
a massage.

It may be a stroke.

Check his Babinski.


Yeah, it's negative.

Rampart, the Babinski
is negative.

Okay, 51. Give him oxygen
and start an IV D5W.

Transport immediately.



Right.

Did he complain of anything
before he collapsed?

Was he dizzy or anything? No.

[STUTTERING] Just like I said.
He seemed a little groggy. Uh-huh.

And he complained of a headache.

And I said, "Mr. Hartley,
get up on the table."

"A massage will relax you
quicker than that stuff."

What stuff?

Booze.

He had a couple
before he came down.

Well, where'd he get it?

The bar upstairs.

It's right over here. Look, see?

He was drinking this? Yeah.

Mr. Aubrey, do you have a bottle
or anything that I can put this in?

I'd like to take it
back with me.

Yeah, sure.

I got one over here.

Okay, thank you.

Roy, he was drinking.

He's going to put some of that in
a bottle so we can take it with us.

All right.

Be sure to tell him I had
nothing to do with it, huh, guys?

We believe you.

JOE: What are the vitals?

Blood Pressure is still


Pulse is 80,
respiration is 12. Everything is normal.

JOE: Except he won't wake up.

Put your finger on this.

There's no evidence of
increased intracranial pressure.

I'll get the blood gas sample.
Get that to the lab now.

Certainly looks neurological.

We can't be certain
without tests.

I think we'd better get him
transferred to an intensive care ward.

How about a spinal tap?

We'll wait a couple of hours.

If he doesn't improve by 7:00,
we'll do a lumbar puncture

and a manometric study.

Hey, Johnny, where's that
stuff you said he was drinking?

Right here.

Smells like vermouth. Dix,
would you have this analyzed right away?

Oh, and did we get in touch
with Mr. Hartley's family?

Didn't you say they're from
out of state? Yeah, Boston.

Doc, you need me anymore?

JOE: No, go ahead. Okay.

Oh, Doc, about 10 minutes
before he collapsed,

he said he was groggy
and he had a headache.

A headache? Mmm-hmm.

Okay, thanks, Johnny. Okay.

JOE: We're going to need
a skull series.

JOE: How's he sound?

Just the same. He's been here six hours
and still hasn't gained consciousness.

JOE: The latest lab reports.

MIKE: Red count cells...

JOE: Yeah, there's a dramatic
rise in his bilirubin and creatinine.

MIKE: Looks like liver
and kidney failure.

JOE: Also, there's a definite
decrease in his urine output.

I think we should
start him on neomycin,


four times daily.

Joe, have you got any
idea what's wrong with him?

Well, there's no spinal injury.

In fact, I don't think the
problem's neurological at all.

So our treatment's got to be supportive
until we find out what's wrong with him.

I just don't know.

His wife's flying in
from Boston,

and I sure wish I knew
what to tell her.

Mrs. Hartley, I'm Dr. Early.
Dr. Early.

Doctor, what happened
to Clair? What's wrong?

I can't tell you.

He collapsed this afternoon.

We know that something is
affecting his kidneys and liver,

but it's too early to tell.

I warned him not to come
to Los Angeles.

Everybody knows
how bad the air is here.

I don't think that's the cause,
Mrs. Hartley, this time.

We have your husband's
medical history.

Would you mind if I
ask you a few questions?

No, of course not, anything.

Has your husband
been ill lately?

I mean, something he hasn't
told his doctor about?

Oh, no, he's under
a great deal of strain,

but it's his business.
I mean, Clair's never ill.

Does he use dr*gs?

I mean, dr*gs other than those
indicated on his medical record?

Oh, of course not.

You must be tired from your
trip. Do you have a place to stay?

Yes, Clair's partner lives in
Los Angeles. I can stay there.

Look, if you leave your number, I'll let
you know as soon as there's any change.

In the meantime,
please don't worry

because your husband's
under the best of care. Okay?

Thank you, Doctor.

MARCO: Now, once the fan starts
pushing the air through the cooling vanes,

then we chill the air
to ten minus degrees.

Then we blow the air out
through the flex hose,

and it'll snuff out a fire
just like that.

You mean, you guys think you can just
blow out fires like birthday candles, huh?

With a bigger model,
yeah. Liquid helium as a cooling agent,

air-stream four feet wide.

Uh-huh.

Those guys gave me
the answer to my problem.

Answer to what problem?

The technical problem
of my new invention.

The foam b*mb.

No, not the foam. Not the foam
b*mb. That's not commercial enough.

No, my new invention is a net
made out of nylon cord, right?

Now, it's packed in liquid epoxy resin,
all right?

It's jammed into
a tennis ball canister.

Isn't that gonna be a
little difficult to construct?

No, not really. I mean...

Actually, my biggest problem
was the deployment of the net.

But I figure now, I figure

that if we jam it in
there with pressure,

it'll just come squirting out
like a carnival snake.

Yeah. You're gonna
build this yourself?

Myself?

Well, what happened to you?
Aren't we partners?

MARCO: Hey, John, Roy,

come watch history
in the making.

It'll take a few minutes
to warm up.

Oh, yeah. That'
be handy
in a real fire.

MARCO: Well, we have
a few bugs to work out.

Go ahead, Marco.
Let her rip. Let's see it.

Let her rip, Marco.

JOHNNY: Hey, you're blowing it
all over the place.

Hey, you're blowing
the fire everywhere.

Would you stop it?
You're blowing it everywhere.

Okay, wait, wait,
let me do that.

MIKE: Did you see that?
You see that?

JOHNNY: Yeah, I can see that.

You're blowing
the fire everywhere.

That's doing nothing, Mike.

You're blowing the fire
all over the place.

ROY: Well, you better get a
hose. I think they'll need your help.

[MACHINE SPUTTERING]

CHET: Just another bug,
huh, fellows? Oh, boy.

Look out, look out. Watch
out. Better move out of the way.

What's the problem, Joe?

I've got to see Mrs. Hartley

and I don't know what
to tell her.

Well, how's her husband doing?

He's increasingly oliguric and
shows signs of hemolytic anemia.

Have you tried mannitol?

Yeah. No effect.

His creatinine is sky-high
and so is his bilirubin.

Whatever it is that's k*lling
his red blood cells

is also destroying his liver
and his kidneys.

I'm beginning transfusions
with packed red cells,

and we're starting him
on hemodialysis.

But until we find out
what's poisoning him,

we can't really make
any headway.

Dr. Early, may I see
you a minute?

Keep me posted, Joe. Yeah.

I don't know why they don't tell you
anything, but I'll damn sure find out.

I don't know why he
had to come to California.

He knows how bad
the air is here.

Dr. Early.

How are you, Mrs. Hartley?

This is Bill... Bill Ellis.

Mr. Ellis.

Now, Doctor, that man in there
is my closest friend,

and I want the truth about him.

Mr. Hartley is in a coma.

His liver and kidneys
are failing

and most of his red blood
cells have been destroyed.

But we don't know why.
You don't know?

Look, Mr. Ellis,
can we sit down?

Perhaps you can help us.

When did you last see
Mr. Hartley?

Well, we were in a conference
all morning.

I took a cab home and dropped
him off at the athletic club on the way.

Did he seem sick during the
conference or during the taxi ride?

Sick? No, he wasn't sick. I was
feeling lousy, but Clair was fine.

By any chance,
did you have a headache?

Yeah, as a matter of fact,
I thought I was coming down with the flu.

Can you do me a favor?
Pass some paper, please.

Would you write down
everything on this pad

that you can about that cab?
We've got to identify it.

The name of the driver.
The name of the cab company.

Destination, time of arrival.
Anything.

See, this nylon netting.
See, here,

it's twisted down into
this tennis ball canister

and there's a pressure
chamber up underneath, see.

And then it just sh**t that
little mother right out there.

You know, it just squirts it right
out... CHET: Oh, now, don't tell me

Gage is gonna make a drawing
about this ridiculous thing.

Look, Chet, you're just jealous

because you don't have
anything to enter into the contest.

Okay, pal, now,
I wasn't gonna unveil them till

they were fully tested,
but for you, Gage, come on.

Come on, DeSoto.

[CHET WHISTLING]

Now, gentlemen,
how many times have you

heard about people, you know,
being stuck on the 20th floor, huh?

With no lifeline.

Marco, Mike, you want to come
over here and get a load of this?

Cap!

Well, no more.

Not with Chet Kelly
Human Fly Shoes.

Huh? Human Fly Shoes.

That's incredible, Chet. Yeah.

Look, a man with these on

could walk up
any vertical flat surface.

You know, it's possible he might
even be able to walk upside down.

Have you tried that, yet?

Well, not exactly, but I have
tested the suction cups

and I don't see any reason
why they shouldn't work.

Chet. I don't think
it's gonna work. Yeah?

Oh, is that so?

I'll tell you, pal,
how about if I walk up that wall,

walk over the ceiling
and walk down that door?

Huh? Will that convince you?

Yeah.

Okay, now to unsuction these,
you just sort of roll them

because the plate is curved.

Huh? Oh, I see.

Just like that.

One thing I forgot.
Water under the suction cups.

I need water under
the suction cups.

Get a hose over here
and give me some water.

Now, see,
the important thing here is the sponges.

Under each suction cup
there's a little sponge attached.

And now don't anybody tell me
there's not enough water at a fire.

Very nice. Not bad.

Okay, you want the water?
You got to get the sponges wet.

That's what gives you the...

You want some water?
Yeah, give me some water.

Okay, that's fine. That's fine.

Now, see, that gives it
the suction.

You got to make sure the sponges
are wet under the suction cups

and up you go, right up
the wall, like this.

Must be too much water
under there.

Well, come on.

There's people up there
on the 20th floor to be saved.

Hey, don't bug me, Gage.

When I'm ready to go, I'll go.

[CHET GRUNTING]

Probably got a little
too much water under them.

It's all right. Here we go.

Why don't you rock?

Rock, that's it, rock.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

Oh, no, wait a minute.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Station 51... Let's go, Kelly.

Yeah, Cap. I'm right there, pal.

2382 Guava Street,
cross street Frontier.

These ridiculous things.


What gave me the idea to make
these things? Time out, 1546.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Oh, you came so quick.

I didn't have time
to straighten things.

Yes, ma'am, we got a report
there's a man stuck on the roof.

Oh, you mean, my son, James.

Part of him is
in the dining room.

JAMES: Help!

Ma'am, how do I get
up there to the attic?

Right through here.
Right through here.

This ladder here? Yes.

Just a second. We're
going to be right up.

NORMA: James, they'll save you.

Oh, he didn't dry it.

Help me.
I can't get out of here.

Okay, all right.

Just hang on.
We'll get you out of there.

ROY: Put that some place,
maybe over there. NORMA: Yes, yes.

Are you firemen, too? Yes, ma'am.
We're the... Well, I'm Captain Stanley.

Oh, how do you do?
Well, how do you do, ma'am?

Do you want to give me a
hand with this table here?

All right. You hang on.
I'm going to help you get out.

You got yourself in a jam,
didn't you?

Johnny? Yeah?

Hold it. I don't think that ceiling is
going to take the additional weight.

You better move back.
Okay, moving back.

Hey, you're not gonna leave
me up here alone, are you?

Oh, no. No, we're just trying to find a
better way to get you down, that's all.

Ma'am, why don't you
stand here out of the way?

We don't want something
falling on your head.

Of course. That's why you
wear those helmets, isn't it?

Right, yes, ma'am.

Cap.

What do you say we take some
of the weight off the ceiling, huh?

Marco,
there's a stepladder in the hall out there.

I was just trying to put some insulation
in, you know, for the energy crisis.

Save Mom some money.

Okay, James.

We're going to lift your
leg up here.

Try to take some of the weight off the ceiling,
and I want you to try and stand up, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

All right, now, I want you
to try to stand up.

My leg's gone to sleep.
I can't do it.

Marco, why don't you come up
here and try to give me a hand here?

All right. Now lift, lift.

[CEILING CREAKING]

No! Hey, hey, hey. Hold it, hold it,
hold it. That's not gonna work.

You're just jamming the wood
right into his legs.

Cap, even if we
do get him lifted up,

he's never going to
make it across this ceiling.

It won't support his weight.

Johnny, is there a way we can
lower him down from there?

Well, yeah.

There's a beam right up
above his head.

We can get a line over that.

Why don't we just
cut around him?

Cut around the leg. Yeah,
I was thinking the same thing myself.

Johnny. Yeah?

We're just gonna cut the
ceiling up here around the leg

and then lower him down, huh?

All right. Okay, I'm going to
get you a line and bring it over.

JOHNNY: All right.

Hey, Mike, we're gonna
need a pipe pole,

a chain saw and some
salvage covers. Come on.

Chet, you want to take
my place up here?

Okay, you got him? Okay. Right.

ROY: Johnny,
you ready up there? Just a sec.

Okay, you can cut it.

JOHNNY: All right.
I'll start to lower him down.

Easy there. Wait a minute.

Okay.

Okay, keep him coming.

Easy, whoa, easy.

Push him, push him. Ease it up.

Try to straddle him
on the ladder.

On the ladder. Easy.

Okay, easy-

Okay.

I'm the cab driver and I'm
here to see Dr. Joe Early.

MIKE: His creatinine and
bilirubin have started to taper off,

and we've been able to increase
his fluid intake by 1,000 cos.

JOE: What's his red count?

No change. But at least the
new cells are holding their own.

It could be the first evidence
of improvement we've had.

We can't be sure until we know
what put him here in the first place.

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Early.
Dr. Early wanted in Pathology.

Must be the cab driver.
He's our last hope, Mike.

Look, nobody got sick in my cab.

I spend 10 hours a day in
that thing and I never get sick.

Will you think back three days?

Were you sick at all? Did you have
a headache or any flu symptoms?

Like I said, I felt great.

Do you carry any chemicals
or dr*gs in your car?

What do you guys think I am?

Look, a man is dying

and we're trying
to find out why.

Well, when you find out,
put it in the front page.

But until then, if you guys
are finished, goodbye.

Wait a second, what's that
stain on your jacket?

It's ink. It's one of those
cheap nylon-tip pens.

Looks like you tried
to get it out.

Yeah, well, I wasn't
too good at it, was I?

Just a sec.

What do you do with your
jacket when you're not driving?

When I got the call,

I threw my jacket
behind the back seat

along with the can,
which spilled all over the place.

It was just a plain can
of spot remover.

When did this happen?

Three days ago.

Carbon tetrachloride? That's it.

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Alan,
Treatment Room 3.

Please sit down.

Mrs. Hartley, I think your husband's
condition is beginning to stabilize.

That's wonderful news, Doctor.
What was wrong with him?

Well, there were carbon tetrachloride
fumes in the back of the taxi.

Both of you inhaled enough
to get a reaction.

Well, then, why didn't
I wind up in the hospital?

That's because you didn't drink.

Mr. Hartley had
had several martinis.

You see, carbon tetrachloride
and alcohol

have a highly toxic effect
when they're combined.

How long will he have
to stay in the hospital?

I'm afraid for a very long
time. He's a very sick man.

Thank God he's alive.

I guess that's all I can
ask for, for now.

Well, the contest deadline
is tomorrow.

Did you ever finish
your epoxy net?

No. Too many technical problems.

What about your foam b*mb?

Well...

Nothing. How about you?

Well,
I was working on the prototype for that

canvas spanner clip,
but it didn't amount to much.

Yeah? ROY,

I think we should just face it.

Inventors we are not.

JOHNNY: Yeah,
speaking of non-inventors.

Did you guys know that
most of the great inventors

d*ed broke or sometimes in jail?

Is that right? Yeah.

Kind of makes you wonder,
doesn't it?

Yeah.

I mean, I think every inventor

has to ask himself
one vital question.

What's that?

Is the world ready for me?

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Station 51,
Station 36, Engine 105, Battalion 14.

Reported chemical leak.

1051 Hawthorne Avenue.

1051 Hawthorne Avenue.

Cross street, Rose.
Time out, 1340.

STANLEY ON RADIO: Station 51.
KMG 365.

L.A., Engine 51.

We have a large chemical
cloud, composition unknown,

moving to the southeast.

Notify police for possible
evacuation downwind.

Respond me a second
alarm with Deluge 105.

All personnel to wear air masks.

DISPATCHER ON RADIO: Engine 51.

What is this?

It's oleum,
fuming sulfuric acid.

Can't shut off the leak.

It's corrosive, very irritating,
nasty stuff. Be careful.

Maybe lots of water
will dilute it.

Yeah. Duals with fog.

My brother was trying to stop
the leak. I think he's still up there.

John, Roy! Check those tanks. Maybe
there's a man up on top. We don't know.

Engine 36, Engine 51. Bring
duals in from the west side.

Use fog with our lines.

Roy, we can't go this way. Look.

[BUBBLING]

ROY: Maybe we can
go around, huh?

All right.
What about my brother?

Look, it's going to be okay. We're going
to go around and get him on the other side.

JOHNNY: Ls there another way
that we can get up there?

Well, there is another
way around.

But I don't know if you can get
across because of those pipes.

Show us. Just show us.

L.A., Engine 51. Notify
police to evacuate the area.

From Central Avenue to
Hawthorne Street north of Rose.

From Central to Hawthorne
north of Rose.

Also, notify APCD
we have a major chemical leak.

[SIREN WAILING]

ROY: We'd better watch
our step up here.

Any more acid, those pipes
are gonna cut right loose.

ROY: Here! Give me your hand.

[JOHNNY COUGHING]

Engine 36,
we're not doing any good with this.

Let's try light water.

Wind's changing,
Cap. It's coming in from the east.

Use your fog cannon. We
got to give them some air.

[WHEEZING AND COUGHING]

Hey, Johnny,
I need some help over here.

You okay, Johnny?

Are you okay?
Yeah, I b*rned my hand.

Quick, haul in.

I think my
air regulator's broke.

ROY: He's semi-conscious.

Boy, he must've taken
in an awful lot of this stuff.

Come on, let's get him
out of here.

Yeah.

Stoker, get the life g*n.

Kelly, secure a lifeline
to that tower.

We'll take an
attic ladder up to them.

Hey, Battalion 14, Engine 41.

We're gonna try to get them
down off of the catwalk with lifelines.

sh**t that ambulance in right here
to us when it comes, will you, Chief?

Okay, sh**t it across.

CHET: Hey, Roy. Yeah.

It's well done, but here's
the remains of your Stokes.

Johnny hurt badly?

No, no. He's on his way back
to the hospital. Lost his voice.

His air regulator broke. Should
be back in a couple of days.

Well, it's an ill wind
that does nobody good.

Yeah, take it easy. Okay.

You want to hear
something amazing? What?

Chief just reported a couple of minor
injuries is all on this whole incident.

And that vapor cloud never did
reach those homes on the east side.

That's great. How about that,
huh? Yeah.

We got the circular here
from the Box 15 Club.

Contains the contest winners.

Hey, Roy, pass the salt,
will you?

Who wants the pleasure
of reading them off?

[IN A HOARSE WHISPER] I don't
think anybody from this shift entered, Cap.

Wonder why.

Doesn't anybody from this
station want to know who won?

Who won?

Okay, some guy from Station 84.

Yeah? What did he invent?

He invented a canvas spanner
sleeve, whatever that is.

What?

[CLEARS THROAT]

What?

This is mine!

This is mine!

No, no. That's ours.
At least it was.

Pass the butter.