04x11 - The Firehouse Four

[bunniefuu]

Any questions?

Here's one more thing. It's about
the fireman's picnic next month.

Don't tell me they cancelled.

No, no, it says here there's going to
be a barbershop quartet competition.

Anybody interested?

[SCOFFS]

They're gonna give a trophy
to the winning station.

Well, I think that it
should be discussed.

All right, fine.

Well, I just think that, uh,

that we have as
good a chance as...

As anybody else, uh,
at winning the thing.

Don't you?

Well, "barbershop quartet" means you have
to have four men that know how to sing.

Yeah, and you're
looking at one right now.

I used to sing
in the church choir.

I sang in a glee club once.

I love to sing.

All right,
there's four right there.

What about me?

Oh, yeah, sure.

What about you?

Well, you already
have one too many.

Well, fine, we'll be a sextet.

No thanks. No, I sang barbershop
when I was in high school.

It's very difficult work.

Yeah, Roy's right.

I mean, rehearsals and
all that stuff. It isn't worth it.

No, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Just think of the trophy.
I mean, think of that

trophy sitting up on the TV.

Another object collecting dust.

Well, let's talk about it
later. Let's get to work.

Roy, Roy, listen.

I'm really serious about
this barbershop quartet thing.

You're talking to the wrong man.

ROY-

[SIGHS] Look,
there's something that I gotta tell you

that you never knew
about myself.

I always wanted to be a singer.

Well, why didn't you?

Well, I never knew it
until just now.

[LAUGHS]

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER:
Station 51, Engine 19.

Man over the cliff,


Cross street Mulholland.

1-7-8-2 Hillside.

Time out, 0815.

Station 51, KMG 365.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Over here! Over here!

Some guy on a bicycle. He was
going too fast to make the turn,

skidded right off the side.

Can you see anything, John?

No, Cap,
I really can't see anything.

I think maybe he might have
gone all the way down to the bottom.

Well, be careful. Just watch it.

MAN: Help!

Wait a minute!

Did you hear that? Yeah.

Cap, he's down there some place.

But all of this brush is covering
him up. I just can't see him.

Maybe somebody can
spot him from up the road.

Here, take the handy pack.

Mike, get the lifeline
of the squad car. Go!

Going to go to the
side, John, all right?

Okay. I'll back you up on the other line,
all right?

All right.

[SIREN WAILING]

Let's lay the big ladder
right along the edge.

Engine 51, this is Kelly.

Cap, I can see him. He's
about 70 feet below the road.

Okay, Kelly,
do we need a Stokes?

I don't think so,
Cap. He doesn't look too badly hurt.

He's got a hold on his bicycle

and looks like he got
a good foot hold.

Okay, hold on there, pal.
Just hold on.

This is the Fire Department,
We're going to come down and get you.

So just hang on there
a few more seconds.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

[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.

Ready? Tighten up.

Okay.

Let it go a little.

Over here!

Over here!

Kelly, how about it?

Keep him coming, Cap,
he's going to be about


right of the victim.

Cap, he's level with him.

John, you're level with him right now.
We're going to move you to your right.

JOHNNY: Okay!

Mike.

Let's go.

[GRUNTING]

Over here, firemen!
Right over here!

[SHOUTING]

Lower him, Cap.
The victim's broken loose.

Okay, hold it.

Hold me! All right,
I got you! I got you!

Be still.

Hold it!

Hold on to me, will you?

Lower down.

More slack on the lifeline.

Lifeline? The lifeline?

All right.

What are you doing?

I'm going put this harness around you,
all right?

A what? A harness.

Harness. Okay, all right.

MAN: Hold me.

All right, will you just let
him get this thing around you?

Don't drop me!
You won't drop me, will you?

Please?

You're all right now.
I'm gonna let you go, okay?

Don't drop me! Hold me! Hold me!

Will you stop? No
one's gonna drop you!

Okay.

You're on a lifeline
and I'm holding you.

Okay, good. Okay.

What did you do with my bike?

I had to let it drop.

Oh.

The victim is secured. Why
don't you bring us up together?

Am I a victim?

We're secure!

Okay.

Okay. We're coming up!

We're all going up.

STANLEY: Buddy, can you lend a hand
over here? We got to pull them up even.

Hold it.
Little bit lower on his.

Slower.

Watch your hands.

Watch your hands.

Easy.

[GRUNTING]

[SIREN WAILING] JOHNNY: Okay.

Okay.

Let me go! Let me go!

I hate people touching me!

Well, here. What are you doing?

Well, I've got
to take your pulse.

Why, are you a doctor, too?

No, I'm a paramedic.
My name is John Gage,

this is my partner, Roy DeSoto.

Oh, yeah? Hi. I'm Fred Gibson.

I don't like to complain,
but you know something?

You guys dropped a $300
bicycle down there.

All right. Look,
why don't we take your blood pressure?

Don't change the subject, huh?

Let's see...

Look, we're sorry
about your bicycle.

We couldn't very well
get up the hill

with it tied behind us,
now could we?

[TIRES SCREECH]

Why don't you
sit down, all right?

I don't want to sit down.

Okay?

I just don't want to sit down and,
look, would you guys please

stop poking at me!
I just want my bicycle, okay?

[sums]

Pulse is 110 and bounding.

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

Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have a male,
approximately 35, 36 years old.

He's just been rescued
after falling from a cliff.

There's no evidence
of injury or serious trauma.

Although, Rampart,
he has fainted.


the blood pressure?

Hold on, Rampart, for BP. The
pulse is 110 and respiration is...

Rampart, the respiration
is approximately 38.

BP is 160 over 96.

Rampart, the BP is 160 over 96.


with D5W and transport immediately.



Dix,
will you set up Treatment 1? Yeah.

Oh, come on, Doc, will you?

I only fainted. And besides,
I had a physical last month.

How was your physical?

Lousy.

That's why I was riding
that bike in the first place.

I promised my wife
I'd get some exercise.

And that I'd quit smoking.

Which reminds me, Doc,
you got a cigar?

I'm afraid not.

What about your promise?

[LAUGHS]
I didn't promise you anything.

I see.

Well, you've got the right
idea about getting exercise.

Just find a safer place to ride.

Ride what?

Those two guys turned my bike
into a piece of modern sculpture.

I'm through with bikes.

I gotta find something safer.

How about jogging?

On a nice, quiet,
safe, level street.

Jogging, huh?

Hey, Dix. Hi. How is Mr. Gibson?

Oh, he's fine.
They sent him home.

All he had was a few scratches.

Good. Where's Roy? Oh,

he's in getting
some coffee. Listen,

do you know anything
about singing?

A little.

Well, there's a
barbershop quartet contest

that I want to enter into.
But I can't get any of the guys

at the station to do it with me.

Well,

it looks like you're about 75%
short of a barbershop quartet.

Yeah, I know.

But my real problem is Roy.

Why?

Because he's the only one that has any
kind of experience in this type of thing,

and he says it's hard work.

And the guys listen to him.

How can I convince the
other guys that he's wrong?

Well, singing is fun.

You know, if you could
just get them started,

they might really dig it.

Just get them started? Yeah.

And they may not want to stop.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Right!

Don't say anything to Roy.

No, no.

Hi.

Hi.

You ready to go?

Yeah. Sure.

So long.

[HUMMING]

Could you help me please, Miss?

What's the problem?

She took some sleeping pills.

What kind of sleeping pills?

I don't know.

Find Dr. Brackett and Miss
McCall and set up Room 3.

Now, you stay put. We want
to ask you some questions.

Okay.

Pulse is 130.

Blood pressure 80 over 50.

What have you got, Mike?

Drug OD, Kel. The guy who brought
her in said it was sleeping pills.

He's waiting outside.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.

Tendon reflexes are hypoactive.

And her respiration's at rest.

Possible acute
barbiturate intoxication.

Let's intubate and
get her on a respirator.

Okay. I'll draw blood for toxicology,
CBC and electrolytes.

Dix, endotracheal tube
and Foley catheter.

I want to have a talk with
the man who brought her in.

Dix, hand me the rotator.

Bring her this way.

Excuse me.

Are you the gentleman who
brought the overdose victim in?

Yeah, I'm Jack Michaels.
She's Gloria Haroldson.

Well, I'm Dr. Brackett.

Are you related to her?

No, just a friend.

We've got to find out what
kind of drug she took and when.

Well, Gloria called me at
the office about an hour ago

and said she'd taken a
bottle of sleeping pills.

What kind?

I suppose they're barbiturates,
that's what she took last time.

You mean she's overdosed before?

Three times.

Well, was she hospitalized?

Just the first time.

After that, I kept pouring coffee
into her and walking her around a lot.

Whenever she tries
su1c1de, she calls me.

I see.

I'd like you to bring in any
bottle she may have used, okay?

Hey, wait a minute,
Doc! I've got to get back to work.

Mr. Michaels,
it's very important

we find out what kind of drug
she took and how many.

Can't you just pump her out and
put her back to bed, like last time?

It's not that simple.

Her condition is very serious.

Okay, I'll get them. Don't get me wrong,
I'm trying to help.

It's that she only does this
to get attention, you know.

Well, don't worry,
she's getting plenty.

Kel, you know this isn't
her first attempt at su1c1de.

A year ago she took 2
grams of phenobarbital.

Her boyfriend said she
tried it three additional times.

He didn't bring her in
for treatment.

Her blood pressure
is 90 over 60.

Did you find out what she took?

He said barbiturates. I sent
him to get the drug bottle.

Looks like barbiturates to me.

I'm concerned about the
fixed and dilated pupils.

We could also be dealing with
tissue anoxia or glutethimide.

Dix, better start 20%
mannitol hexanitrate IV.

I want chest X-rays.

That's all
we can do for her now.

Good lunch, Marco.

It must have made Gage sick,
where'd he go?

Got a surprise for you guys.

Uh-oh.

[WHISTLING]

Hey! I've got something here
that might prove very interesting.

What is this, sheet music?

[HUMMING]

Here you go, Mike, one for you.

”Goodbye My Coney Island Baby.

"Arranged for
barbershop quartet."

[PLAYS PITCH PIPE]

Now, wait a minute, Roy said this
was too difficult. Now, he ought to know.

Well, you never really know
until you try it first, right?

Now come on!
We'll just try it, okay?

We'll just start
with these tones.

All right, Cap, you take this.

[PLAYS LOW NOTE]

Mike, you share
with the Cap, okay?

Okay, Chet.

[PLAYS HIGH NOTE]

[HUMMING]

Okay, this is mine.

Hmm? What about me?

What about me?

Well, you share mine, okay?

All right, ready? Now, Cap.

[HUMMING]

[ALL HUMMING IN HARMONY]

All right! Hey,
that sounds pretty good to me.

[ALL MUTTERING IN ASSENT]

Well, let's try the song.
You lead us up.

Okay, okay. Everybody
have their note? Here we go.

[PLAYS NOTES]

Everybody got it. All right,
page two, everybody got their note?

Ready?

Can anybody read music?

Can't you? Nope.

Oh, that's great,
John, real good.

Well, some..

Roy knows how to read music. Don't you,
Roy?

I admit nothing.

Have you got a minute? Sure.

We got an overdose in
Treatment 3. Apparent su1c1de.

First we thought it was
barbiturate intoxication,

but now I'm beginning to
think we've got glutethimide.

Really?

Have you gotten the
toxicology screen yet?

No, we're still waiting. Would
you mind taking a look at her?

Sure, let's go. Thanks.

Kel, you're right, glutethimide.

Two milligrams percent.

Three milligrams percent
is a lethal concentration.

Do you know
how much she ingested?

No, I sent her boyfriend
after the drug bottles.

She's coming out of a coma. Her
respiration's no longer depressed.

Mike,
I want you to check her blood gases

before you remove
the endotracheal tube.

Keep a sharp eye on her, huh?

Glutethimide
has strange properties.

It can be absorbed by the
fat and slowly released again.

Or it may be reabsorbed through
the enterohepatic circulation.

She could lapse back
into coma any time now.

Did you give her a cathartic?

Mag citrate.

Kel, her boyfriend's
back with the bottles.

Thanks, Dix.

We'd better start hemodialysis.

I'll put in the shunt, Kel.

Thank you, Joe.

I grabbed all the bottles
in the medicine chest.

This is fine.

Do you know how many
pills were in this bottle

before she took them?

I never saw it before.

Thank you, Mr. Michaels.
You've been a big help.

Hey, Doc,
she's gonna be all right, isn't she?

I mean, can't you just pump
her out and send her home?

I'm afraid not.

Gloria has taken a very
dangerous drug called glutethimide.

Why, isn't there
something you can do?

We're doing all we can.

It depends on how much she took.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

Gloria. Gloria.

How are you feeling?

Where's Jack?

You can see him in a minute.

But tell me something, will you?

How many pills did you take?

It doesn't matter.

I just want to die.

No, you don't.

You don't wanna die. Come on.

Latest toxicology report.

It's up .3 milligrams percent.

Yeah, but it's too early for the dialysis
to show any substantial improvement.

Glutethimide.

Kel, she's been
asking about Jack.

I really think we'd
better let her see him.

[SIGHS] All right.

Mr. Michaels. You
want to come with me?

[CLEARS THROAT] What's
the matter? Something wrong?

Is she okay?

I don't want to see him.

Gloria, it's me, honey.

The doctor wants to know
how many pills you took.

The whole bottle.

That's 12 grams.

Jack, I want to go home.

Make them let me go home.

No, I can't do that.

You're very sick.

The stuff you took
this time was different.

How is it different?

Well, you just
lie there quietly, okay?

They're just trying to scare me,

that's all.

Trying to make me
stop taking pills.

Isn't that so, Jack?

Gloria,

we're not trying to scare you.

You took a large concentration

of a very dangerous drug.

Am I going to...

Am I going to...

We're doing all we can.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I just took sleeping pills,
that's all.

Just sleeping pills.

I just...

Come on, come on, honey.

I just...

I just...

I don't know why you're
being so obstinate.

I mean, why don't you
look at it this way?

I mean, think about this.

If you're coaching us,
you're not even singing.

I mean, all you have to do
is sit there and listen.

All right. Fine, fine.

Just forget about it. Forget
about the whole thing.

Forget about
that trophy in there.

Forget... Forget about
the camaraderie. Just...

You know we're going to win,
you know that.

Fine, just fine. Forget it. Just
forget about the whole thing.

If the guys want to sing,
I'll do what I can to help.

Just forget about the guys,

the five guys
that you're letting down.

Guys that are like
brothers to you.

Guys that would risk
their arm and a leg...

I said that I would help.

Huh?

You will?

Oh, Roy, I knew
you'd come through.

Look, the way I look at it,
this is only the beginning.

I know this is
a bit much to say,

but I'm sure
that the musical historians

will look back
at this picnic with awe.

I mean, I figure
we'll go statewide first,

then probably nationwide second,
and then after that...

[LAUGHS] Who knows.

Roy, you're not
going to regret this.

I think I regret it already.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER:
Station 51, Engine 2,

Truck 49.

Man trapped in excavation,

15772 West Washington Street.

Cross street Woodbridge.

1-5-7-7-2 West Washington Street.

Time out, 1410.

Station 51, KMG 365.

[SIRENS WAILING]

This clown was running
through the excavation zone.

I yelled, but when he turned
around to look, he fell in.

That's Mr... Gibson.

Hey, Mr. Gibson. Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.
I'm stuck in a trench.

Get the attic ladder, Mike.

Are you hurt?

We'll talk about that later.

Get me out of here first,
will you?

All right, all right,
just hang on,

we'll have you out of there
in a second, Mr. Gibson.

Okay.

Hiya, Mr. Gibson.

Hello again, Mr. Gibson.

Hey, how are you?

Marco, get an air bottle. We'll send
it down there in case those walls go.

Hang on down there, pal.

Chet, let's get the roof ladder.

Slide here.

GIBSON: Hey, hey!

I'm sorry.

Watch it, will you? Yeah.

JOHNNY: Hold the ladder. Yeah.

Hurry up, will you!

All right.

How can you stop all the stuff from
going down the back of my neck?

Okay, just a sec.

Cap, got a lot
of loose dirt up there.

Want to fog it down?

Got it. Chet,
wet down the sides of the walls

with the reel line there, pal.

Hey!

Dirt.

We got an air mask
standing by up top

just in case you need it, okay?

Hey, no, no masks.

I mean, I wake up at night
like with dreams and screaming

from seeing something
over my face.

Just get me out of here, okay?

All right, we're going
to get you out of here.

We're going to put
this around you. Okay.

And we're going to
pull you out. Okay.

Remember? All right, yeah.

I remember from last time.
I remember.

Okay.

Here, watch my armpit,
watch my...

You wanna slip that up...
Yeah, I got it.

Is this gonna hurt? No.

It's not going to hurt at all.

It's a relatively
painless operation.

"Relatively painless."

Give me a hand.

All right. Come on,
take him on up now.

All right, go on up!

Okay, here we go.

[GRUNTING]

Ouch! Oh, oh, hey...

[GRUNTING]

Help me, will you? Hey!

Hey, hey! Stop, stop!
Hold it! Stop. Stop.

Here, we're going to be
buried alive here.

Hold it! Slack off, slack off!

Slack off! That's good.

Okay. Looks fine.

Boy, he's wedged in tight.

Yeah. You have any idea what's
keeping you stuck down there?

How should I know?

Well, what are you wearing?

"What am I wearing?"
Sauna pants.

"Sauna pants"?

Yeah, sauna pants. You know, they fill them
up with air and they make me sweat a lot.

Well, that's got to be
what it is. I mean,

that's what's jamming him
up against these sides here.

He's just not going to budge.

Hey, you know where
the inflation valve is?

No, it's somewhere
around my kneecap.

I can't get my hand
down there. I'm sorry.

Mr. Gibson. What?

I'm gonna have to
deflate your pants here.

Hey, hey, hey!

You're going to cut a hole
in my sauna pants?

Mr. Gibson, that's the only way
we're going to get you out of here.

Go ahead.

Just hold still, all right?

Okay.

Oh, my pants.

Okay, take him up now.

[GRUNTING]

Go ahead, haul.

Come on, haul.

You on your feet?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, all right. Hold it,
hold it, hold it.

Do you think you can walk up?

GIBSON: Yeah, can
you unstuck this?

JOHNNY: All right.
Give me a little slack.

Are you sure nothing's hurt?

No, no. Just my toes are asleep.

Are your legs asleep?

Yeah, they're waking up.

Okay, I'll be up here to give
you a hand in case you need it.

Okay, now if you can't make it,
you let us know, okay?

Oh, no,
my toes are waking up. Okay.

Wow, this is a skinny ladder.

Why did you get
such a skinny ladder?

Damn it.

You need anything?

[GRUNTING]

Hey, easy now. Oh, boy!

JOHNNY: Why don't you take
him and sit him down over there?

All right.

I want you to sit down here.

Here. See what
you did to my pants.

Come on,
sit down here. Sit down.

I don't wanna sit down.

Now,
wait a minute. You remember the last time.

Yeah, I remember the last time.

You told me to go jog
on a nice safe street, huh.

I ended up being buried alive.

Maybe you should
stop exercising today.

Yeah, that's the best idea.

That's the best idea you've had.

I gotta find some kind of exercise
I can do without leaving the house.

You know what I mean?

Well, why don't you...

Why don't you take up
gardening or something?

I mean, all you need
in gardening is a shovel.

And you can't get
in trouble with a shovel.

Huh?

Yeah.

A shovel.

[INAUDIBLE] I can't get
in trouble with a shovel.

That's good.

Yeah.

[sums]

Good idea.

I'll be right back, Mr. Gibson.

KELLY: The glutethimide
went down dramatically,

but now it's starting
back up again.

I'm concerned about the
possibility of withdrawal seizure.

How she doing, Mike?

Not good. She keeps
drifting in and out of a coma.

Jack?

I'm right here, baby.

I feel so awful.

I feel so..

So...

Isn't there anything
anybody can do for her?

Everything is being done.

[sums]

Listen, you look awfully tired.

Maybe you'd be more comfortable
in the waiting room, huh?

No.

Just let me stay with her, okay.

DIXIE: Okay.

Jack?

Is that you?

Yeah, I'm still
right here, honey.

I don't want to die, Jack.

I know, I know.

I'd miss you so much if I...

[GASPING]

Kel. Oh, my God.

Come on. Let's go outside.

Get that bed back!

[CHOKING]

Carol, get me an airway!

She's tachycardia, Kel.
Pulse is 130.

Oh, boy.

Respiration's depressed.
We got to get it up.

Fixed and dilated pupils.

She's in coma.

[EKG DRONING]

Roll her.

All right. Roll her
back. Clear her chest.

CAROL: It's charged.

Get back.

Go ahead. s*ab it, please.

Clear, do it!

[GASPS]

No change. Sodium bicarb.

Clear.

Ample bag. Come on, come on.

On the bed. On the bed.

Clear. Do it.

Sorry.

I never thought
she'd really do it.

Well, neither did she.

So what we'll do is,
we'll just play this as the audience, okay?

[PLAYS NOTE]

[SINGING] We all fall for.

Some girl that dresses neat.

Some girl that's got big feet.

We meet her on the street.

Then we'll join the.

Army of married boobs.

To the altar.

Just like leading lambs
to slaughter.

When ifs over.

Oh boy we'd get it good.

Bachelor days we then recall.

We then recall.

Rich man, poor man,
beggar man, thief.

Doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief.

We all are bound for matrimony.

Hey, Roy! Come here and
listen to this. Come here.

ROY: I'll be right there.

Hey, guys,
I was telling my mom about the quartet,

and I can't believe
how excited she got.

She's gonna come
and hear me sing.

Oh, that's nice. Just terrific.

That's good, Marco. She
even wrote the relatives about it.

Good. Juanita, Papita,
Rosita, and Juan.

Marco, here's your note.

Hey, Roy. Come here,
listen to this. Here it is, everybody.

See,
this is the audience out here. Ready?

[HUMMING]

[SINGING]
Goodbye my Coney Island baby.

Farewell my own true love

I'm gonna go away And leave you.

Never to see you anymore

I'm gonna sail
upon that ferry boat.

Never to return again.

So goodbye, farewell.

So long forever.

Goodbye my Coney Island
Goodbye my Coney Island.

Goodbye my Coney Island babe.

My Coney Island babe

[WHOOPS]

What you think of that?

Ah, it's hard to believe we've
been practicing for two weeks.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Well, we don't want
to get overconfident, guys.

We're gonna have to
rehearse it again. Ready?

Don't think that's
exactly the problem.

Well, what exactly
is the problem?

The problem is
you're singing too loud.

I'm not singing...

To tell the truth,

you're all singing too loud.

Well, Roy, if we don't sing loud,
no one's gonna hear us.

Yeah, we're not that bad,
you know.

Yeah, come on,
give it to us straight, Roy.

You're terrible.

Now, look, I thought,
in these last two weeks,

there'd be some kind of breakthrough,
but if anything you guys have regressed.

Roy, what can we do
to get better?

Drop out of the competition.

Really, I mean, look.

If I thought there was any
chance at all that you could win,

I'd say go ahead, but...

Roy, I thought you said you
knew something about music.

I mean, it's obvious you don't.

I think we sound pretty good,
don't you guys?

Yeah, it's terrific.

Yeah, if you don't want to lead us,
just tell us so.

I don't wanna lead you.

All right. Okay, fine. Fine.

I'll lead you guys.

We can do it, guys, right?

ALL: [SINGING] Right

[ALARM SOUNDING]

DISPATCHER:
Station 51. Man trapped.

2375 Victory Road.

Cross street, Morris.

2-3-7-5 Victory.

Time out, 2015.

STANLEY: Station 51. KMG 365.

[SIRENS WAILING]

It's my husband.

He was digging in the basement.

You see, we always
wanted a wine cellar.

So, it seemed like a good
way to get some exercise.

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am,
what's your husband's name?

Fred Gibson. Uh-huh.

At first, it was just a little
trickle of water and then...

[LAUGHING]

I was hoping
it would be you two guys.

Are you hurt? No, I'm not hurt.

But my legs are pinned.

What have you gotten
yourself into now?

Me? It was you who
told me to use the shovel!

Fred, are you all right? Yeah.

Yeah, honey, I'm all right.

I had to build a wine
cellar. I don't even like wine.

Go upstairs, will you? You'll get
the new shoes I bought you wet.

Go on up.

[GROANS]

Come on, come on, will you?

Yeah, get around behind there.

Watch my feet, will you?
Watch my feet.

Come on. Fellows, fellows.

Come on, fellows.

You're not really trying.

Come on,
come on. Give it everything you've got.

Here we go. Come on, come on.

Hey, you're firemen,
you're supposed to be strong.

Lift, will you? Lift.

Come on, I thought you guys
were supposed to be strong.

What have you got?

Mr. Gibson?

Oh, hiya, Captain. How are you?

Looks like we're dealing
with a broken water main, Cap.

Need a hacksaw and
some pry bars down here.

STANLEY: Got it.

And a pump-

Okay, here's what I want. A
submersible pump, hacksaw, pry bar. Go.

How is he? How's my husband?

Oh, they're taking care
of him just fine.

I just want to go take a look.

Yeah, fine. But just don't go down there,
please.

All right.

[CHATTERING]

Ow! My foot!

I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson.

LORA: Fred!
Ma'am, please, please.

Are you okay? Yeah.

Are you guys
all right down there?

JOHNNY: We're okay.

We're not going to be
coming back up this way.

They are fine, but you're gonna
have to stay out of our way, okay?

Stoker, get the chainsaw and
some gear to secure the plug.

Mr. Gibson,
is there any other way out of here?

No, not even a drain.

Yeah, I know that.

Hey, you guys need some
tools or something? Yeah.

How about this?

Very funny. There are some over
there on the bench you can use.

Thanks.

That's it.

There we go.

It's frozen.

Hey, fellows,
can I ask you a favor, huh?

You got one of those air
masks you talked about before?

No, Mr. Gibson,
we don't have one down here.

Do you have a hacksaw?

Yeah, right on the top
of the bench.

I'm gonna get a pipe. Here.

Hey, fellows,
don't make waves, huh?

I'm trying to tiptoe,
Mr. Gibson.

Yeah, yeah, call me Fred, huh?

Okay, Fred.

We gotta find some way
to ventilate him.

Just in case.

How about this?

I'll cut a piece off.

[CHAINSAW BUZZING CONTINUES]

Hey, come on, fellows, will you?

Keep your head up.
Okay, I'll try.

Keep your head up. I'm trying.

Stick this in your mouth
and hold your nose.

What? Hold your...

Hold your nose.

Hold my nose? And think about
breathing through your mouth.

Think about breathing
through my mouth.

Hold this.

Okay.

Just stay high. I'll try.

Keep your mouth closed.

I'm trying.

Don't talk, Fred.

Hold this a second.

Okay, hang in there, Fred,
keep breathing out of your mouth.

Hold on,
we'll be right with you.

Just keep breathing
through your mouth, Fred.

Get him. Get him.

Okay, come on.

What did you give me
the dirty end for?

Heads up.

JOHNNY: Okay, Fred.

Now watch your head
behind you, Fred.

Okay.

STANLEY: Hug the ladder.

Hug the ladder.

Lora. Honey, I'm sorry
about the rug.

Thank you. Oh, hi.

Water company people just showed up,
Mr. Gibson.

They're gonna fix that
busted water main for you.

Oh, yeah? Thanks a lot.

Honey, I can just see
that water bill.

You guys always have to do that?

Fred, give us a break.
We're only trying to do our job.

Roy, pulse is 90.

BP is 148 over 90.

Well, you know what,
your BP is down lower.

Oh, yeah?
Hey, that's great, huh?

Fred, I've been thinking it over

and I really want you
to start smoking again.

You do, honey? Here.

[COUGHING]

Hey, these things can k*ll you.

You know something, I'm giving
up smoking. It's bad for my health.

And you know what else? I'm
gonna build a swimming pool.

[LAUGHS]

Mark Spitz, eat your heart out.

Oh, boy.

Oh, hey, there you are.
How's your cold?

Well, sorry
you missed the picnic.

Well, it's okay. I couldn't
bear to watch it anyway.

We won a trophy.

I don't believe it.

It's in there.

Hey, Roy, look what
the guys gave my mom.

Well, that's great. That's
wonderful. Let me see it.

Well, once you've seen one trophy,
you've seen them all.

For heaven's sake,
look at it, it's just a trophy.

Since when?

"First prize, fireman's picnic,"

"best"

"comedy act?"

Yeah, sure.

We decided to clown
it up a little bit, you know.

We didn't wanna have the same
old boring routine everybody else did.

In other words, we blew it.

My mother doesn't care
what the trophy is for.

She loved the show.

Well, you certainly
had the right coach for it.

ALL: Wrong.