Third Watch s02e01 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Previously on Third Watch: Holy Mary, Mother of God.
I'm pregnant.
Congratulations.
I tell you what.
Why don't we just call in sick? When does Brooke get off? Get across the street.
What's wrong with you? [GUNSHOTS.]
SULLY: I'm not afraid of much, really.
Not blood or snakes or rats.
Not even heights.
One time I stepped over the fence in the mide of the George Washington Bridge to help a jumper get back.
Two hundred and fifteen feet to the water.
But everybody has something that makes their skin crawl.
Something that wakes them up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, reaching for the bedside lamp.
My nightmare comes to visit maybe once a month.
It stalks me.
It slips in, bringing with it the smell of wet dirt and confined space.
See, I'm terrified of being buried alive.
TY: Hey.
Any luck? - No.
Wanna call the precinct and have them send another set? No.
Come on, you can't be the first guy to lose a set of keys, Sully.
Either shut up or get your chatty ass down here and help me look.
I'll pass.
No, thank you.
- Brooke? - No.
Kim.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- What are you doing? - I'm going.
You were asleep.
Busy night? Kim: Usual stupidity.
- We just ran Hoffman into the ER.
- Oh, please.
Let me guess: indigestion.
He swore it was a heart attack.
Heard PT Worked you over pretty good today.
- Yeah.
I may get out of here early.
- Well, that's great.
I'm up to 60 percent on my leg.
Said she's never seen anybody get that kind of range of motion back so fast.
[PAGER BEEPING.]
Don't push it too hard.
- Your hair looks nice.
- It's in a ponytail.
Well, it's getting long.
It's Bobby.
We must have a call.
So I'll bring Joey by on Friday unless you're too busy running an Iron Man or something.
Okay.
I gotta go.
Not a word.
I wasn't gonna say anything.
Whoo! [CHUCKLES.]
Help me with this thing.
Oh, you smell good.
Watch your fingers.
You know, what we need to do is get you one of them big-ass key chains like they have at the gas-station bathrooms.
Air filter on the end of it.
[LAUGHS.]
I hear this getting around, I'm gonna know it came from you.
Son of a bitch! Slow the hell down.
We just went past some cops.
- Are they--? Are they following? - Yeah, they're following.
What are you gonna cite him for? Assault on a police officer with a puddle? Sully you want me to call it in? Look, man, will you just pull it over? Pull it over.
The worst we're gonna get is a speeding ticket.
I think I lost him.
- Damn it! Pull it over! Pull over right now! - I don't have a license! Sergeant's gonna want to know We're in a high-speed pursuit, Sully.
Sully.
Charlie to Central.
We're in pursuit of a-- Son of a bitch.
Pull it over! Stop this damn car now! - What are you gonna do? Shoot me? - Pull it over now! Right now! Stop! Whoa, whoa, whoa! [CAR HORN HONKS.]
MAN: Please! My wife! Please! Buckle up for safety, huh? Nine-millimeter.
Sully's lucky these guys didn't pull over.
What do you figure? A double gainer with a twist? - Front flip into a pike? BOBBY: Coming through.
BOSCO: You might be a little late, kids.
I think this guy's dinner's fully cooked.
Skull is eggshelled.
BOBBY: Spinal fluid coming out of his ear.
- Hey, hey.
Back behind the tape.
- Yeah.
I'm from the Post.
Good.
Now, get your ass behind the tape.
BOBBY: Pupils are fixed and dilated.
Hey! You want me to confiscate that pass? I will.
Are you deaf? - Is he alive? DOC: Yeah, barely.
Pulse 150 and thready.
BP's 60 palp.
- PD, back out of there.
We got this.
DOC: Walsh.
- We got to get him out.
He's gonna code.
WALSH: How many we got here? MAN: Walsh, emergency.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
Asystole.
CPR? Massive head trauma, fixed and dilated pupils? He's done.
WALSH: I got it.
Okay, hit it.
- You ready, Doc? DOC: Yeah.
All right.
On three.
One, two, three.
Watch the glass.
- Come on, let's go.
Come on, guys.
WALSH: Okay, Doc.
- Okay.
Give me the kit.
- Hold this.
The steering Wheel's gotta go.
This crap's gotta get out of the way.
We need help.
A little bit more.
We need him up a little bit more.
All right.
Duty captain's on his way.
Everybody else is just banged up.
The medics said they'll be all right.
Surprised there are not lawyers lining up around the block already.
They drove past us at a high rate of speed.
We tried to pull them over.
They ran the red light, hit the Caddie.
- That what happened? - Yes.
Absolutely.
CARLOS: Get the O2.
O2 line in.
BOBBY: Do you need some hands? CARLOS: Decreased breath sounds on the left.
- What about this foot? DOC: Look at it.
BOSCO: Shame, huh? Bad guys mess themselves up before we get a chance to do it.
- Come on.
Come on.
- You see what was in the back seat? Kim: No pulse.
Bobby, grab the leg.
BOBBY: Yeah, got it.
That's good.
That's good.
What do you think? Trying to get the fall wheat before that first frost? Heavily armed farmers in Manhattan.
What's the world coming to? Okay, Diane Arbus.
You're going to jail.
Mom, can we buy a piano? A piano? - Can I have a drum set? - No.
You can't have a drum set.
- A piano? - I want to learn how to play.
FRED: Piano? - She wants us to buy her a piano.
FRED: we could get one on installment from somewhere.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's what we need.
We need another bill to pay at the end of every month.
- Not eating again? - No.
I'm not hungry.
You need breakfast to get you through the day.
What are you, Mr.
Nutrition now? That's what my mother used to tell me.
Oh, super.
Some more nuggets from Shirley.
Come on, kids.
Let's go.
- So can I have a piano? - Yeah, we'll talk about that later.
EMILY: Always means no.
- You're catching on, Em.
- You okay? - Yeah.
- Did I say something to piss you off? - No.
- You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Oh, sh-- Damn! - You okay? - Yeah.
Get me a bucket! - Come on! - Right here, right here, right here.
- Oh, man.
- Bacon grease.
Oh, man, that's disgusting.
Kim: Where is everybody? Chasing another false alarm at PS 87.
Check it out.
New York Post.
Picture and everything, baby.
CARLOS: The Post, you're kidding me.
- That's Sully.
BOBBY: Behind him.
Hey, Doc.
You look like you know What you're doing.
- Yeah.
- Sully's ass is covering my whole face, man.
- You can keep that.
- Oh, thank you.
Ugh.
I think you can see your foot.
You can see me clearly.
[Kim LAUGHS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
- Hey, how was Jimmy this morning? - I didn't go today.
You gonna be okay Without your daily fix? You don't approve? Well, going to see another woman's fiances in the hospital every single day? Why would I think anything's wrong? - Taking Joey to see his injured father.
- Uh-huh.
So, what are they gonna do? Postpone the Wedding until Jimmy's back on his feet? Kim: I don't think they've set a date yet.
- Oh, great.
Gives you a little more time to work, huh? You ever get tired of being better than everybody else? Any time you need somebody to take Joey to go see his injured father, let me know.
I'd be glad to relieve you of the burden.
Yo, I got next.
BOSCO: I am a god.
SULLY: what? Ignore Zeus.
I broke my own record last night.
I think I broke every record known.
You think Guinness Will put me in their book? - What's he going on about? FAITH: Don't ask.
- Hey, Davis.
You ever had eight? - Eight what? FAITH: Eight lies.
- Hey, it was eight.
I'm telling you.
- Davis? TY: Yeah.
Yeah.
Sometimes more.
I'm always sore in the morning.
There was this girl, Tawny.
She was a dancer in Cats.
- She had a butt like you would not believe.
- All right.
I'm gonna check out.
SULLY: Right there with you.
TY: Perfect.
Eight.
Wait till they have kids.
They're lucky if they'll have eight a year.
You don't have kids, do you, Sully? - No.
No kids.
- I love them and all, you know? But besides taking a shower, you can barely have a life.
So I Saw your picture in the Post this morning.
- Yeah.
I looked ridiculous.
- No, you didn't.
I looked like I was trying to figure out what a shovel was.
No, you didn't.
[FAITH LAUGHING.]
TANCREDI: Sully, you got a minute? - Yeah.
Those guys you chased last night, What direction were they coming from? SULLY: Uh.
North on First Avenue.
- Uptown? SULLY: Yeah.
Why? I'm all right, honey.
They didn't hurt me.
- I need you to go to the safe-deposit box.
- Sully.
This was in the camcorder We found in that Impala.
--in the office.
Take the money.
And go to the house and wait.
They'll be calling you.
Do exactly as they tell you.
Please, honey, don't be frightened.
Don't be frightened.
I'm all right.
I love you.
- Who's he? - We have no idea.
There were shovels in that car.
What about the guy? The one cut out of the Impala? They had him in surgery.
Who knows how long before he regains consciousness.
If he regains consciousness.
Couple of masterminds.
Plant some guy then run a red light.
MAN [OVER RADIO.]
: Adam 553.
Aidd down.
Chest pains.
Guy probably had a heart attack When he Saw the prices.
The guy's wife's behind it.
- You gonna throw down? - I caught it last time.
DOC: No, you didn't.
CARLOS: Wow.
I just had coffee.
And what? It's free? - Well, how much is it? A quarter? - Fifty cents.
No tip? Guy has the first nickel he ever made.
--Called in the Units respond to search staging area.
Assist federal agents on scene.
BOSCO: FBI.
Whoopee.
Now things are really gonna get screwed up.
Five-five David to Central.
Five-five Charlie.
101 and York.
What is it? Just, like, a few 100 square miles in Manhattan? Wonder how long it'll take to dig that up? - You're not gonna finish that? SULLY: No.
- Later.
- See you.
TY: You been getting out much these days? I'm just asking because Janice has this friend at work.
- I met her at this party-- - No, thanks.
She's great, man.
She's recently divorced.
She just lost a lot of weight.
Her ex just married the affair.
So she's, you know, looking for revenge.
It's gotta beat sitting in your apartment.
You planning on starting to search any time soon? She's ready to rumble.
That's all I'm saying.
She is ready to rumble with you.
It's weird how things work, huh? You get splashed.
Some poor guy's buried alive somewhere out here.
You saying it's my fault? TY: I'm just saying it's weird how stuff happens.
Two guys splash through a puddle.
Sixty seconds later, one of them's dead.
The other one's on life support.
It's a trip.
It's not your fault, Sully.
All right? Continue the search.
There's ticks out here, man.
Son of a bitch! Don't they have dogs for this! Yeah.
But a dog's time is more valuable.
Damn it! These are new pants! Every time you find a pair of pants that fits.
You know, those search-and-rescue dogs.
They go into the rubble and find lost people.
Or they hunt down escaped convicts in a swamp.
A swamp? - Are you doing okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- You shouldn't be out in this heat.
- Bosco, don't start with that again! Tell them you're pregnant.
They'll put me on a desk.
I don't want to be on a desk.
- And, no.
I haven't told Fred yet.
- You don't know what I was gonna say.
- No? - No.
What were you gonna say then? That's what I thought.
He's the father.
- Bosco, shut up.
- He has a right to know.
- I'm Warning you.
- You gotta tell him.
Ouch! - I warned you.
- You just hit me with a dirt clod.
You're lucky I didn't hit you With a brick.
Ow.
[SIREN WAILS.]
Hey.
He's a nice old guy.
Right here.
His name's Hector.
He collects cans and bottles.
We haven't seen him in a couple of days.
We came down here to see if he was okay.
JOLIE: He's right over here.
I always bring something down for Walter to eat.
DOC: He's breathing.
CARLOS: Good pulse.
Walter? Who's Walter? [SQUAWKING.]
Whoa.
- What the hell was that? - Oh, man, I'm bleeding.
Hey, Walter.
Don't be scared.
I brought you some bagel.
- Come on, Walter.
- A parrot! JOLIE: A bagel.
Hey.
CARLOS: Oh, man.
It's not funny.
I'm gonna need stitches.
- Is he gonna be all right? - Yeah, I'll be fine.
TY: Do you think We're gonna find this guy? I don't know.
I don't understand Why they think he's down here.
Because this is the direction they were coming from.
Could've been in Queens, coming over the Triborough.
They could've been in Westchester, got off the FDR.
Anything's possible.
This is stupid.
This is stupid.
This is like needle-in-a-haystack stupidity right now.
You're preaching to the choir, Davis.
Guy in the blue suit, shiny shoes, answers to "Special Agent In Charge.
" Tell him.
What's this all about? Sully, look.
Okay.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Give me that shovel.
Oh! [FLIES BUZZING.]
Definitely buried longer than a day.
WOMAN [OVER RADIO.]
: Central to 55 Charlie.
Lieutenant requests you return to the house.
- Five-five Charlie.
What's up? - Personal matter, Charlie.
- Five-five Charlie.
On my way.
- Lucky you.
Dig around out here long enough, Bosco, you might find Jimmy Hoffa.
I thought all parrots talked.
JOLIE: Walter's a cockatoo.
A lot of people mix them up.
CARLOS: Oh, jeez.
We can always call Animal Services.
No.
That could take hours.
We gotta get this guy to the ER.
CARLOS: Man.
JOLIE: You know, he's fine if you just keep feeding him.
He craps in there, I ain't cleaning it up.
Yeah, I understand.
How long ago? And nobody's noticed until now? My mother's disappeared from her nursing home again.
I don't go over there every single day.
It's none of my business.
- I didn't go over today.
- I don't know what I was thinking.
You do that a lot.
- What? - Criticize me and then take it back like you weren't gonna say anything, but truth just came out.
- I do that? - Yeah, you do.
Oh.
Okay.
I think you're making a fool of yourself.
I think it's pathetic.
And I think it's a terrible thing to do to Joey.
That's what I think.
Who asked you what you think? I could give a damn about what you think.
I'm not so attached to my mom I can't have a relationship - for more than six weeks.
- Hold up.
You can dish it out - but you can't take it? - Stop the bus! - Okay, okay.
- Back up.
I Saw something in the alley.
- Back it up.
- All right.
Back, back, back.
Okay, stop.
See that in the alley? Hey! Hello.
Hey! Hey, buddy.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, kid.
Hello.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, buddy.
Hey.
Where are you going? You live around here? Where's Mommy and Daddy? Your mommy and daddy around? Your mommy and daddy around? Mommy and Daddy here? What about your name? You know your name? Come on, buddy.
What's your name? - An attack parrot.
- Something out of Hitchcock.
- It's not funny.
Ouch! - It's pretty funny.
- How does it look? DANA: He's gonna need stitches.
CARLOS: See? DANA: So where's the killer parrot now? - It's a cockatoo.
Locked in the bus.
- Ouch! - Will you stop being such a baby.
Just wait till Montville gets here.
- Montville's doing his stitches? - Yeah.
I'm glad it's you.
- Where's Morales? DOC: Day off.
- Any news on that kidnapping? - Oh, the buried guy? No.
We've been watching TV all afternoon.
He's 72 with a pacemaker.
Six grandchildren.
They interviewed his wife on camera.
She was crying the whole time.
- What do we got? DANA: Scalp lac.
Lean forward for me.
One percent width.
Okay.
Wait, wait, wait.
Oh! Oh! Jeez.
You guys bring in that bum With pneumonia? Hector.
Yeah.
[CARLOS GROANS.]
Yeah, he died.
Set up a suture kit, 4-0 nylon.
Man.
where the hell did that guy train? Baghdad? - Be thankful you didn't need a rectal.
- Man.
Now what do we do with Walter? Why don't we just drive it over to the shelter, let them deal with it? - I'm not getting back in with that thing.
- You got a better idea? We called the police.
And several of the staff are out looking for her.
How could she just wander off? She's 87 years old! It takes a half an hour to make it to the television room! Look, I understand you're upset, but this is not a jail.
We don't have enough staff to supervise every single patient.
And your mother's Alzheimer's is progressing rapidly.
She can't have gone far.
I'm sure the staff Will find her.
I'll call you every five minutes.
If you find her first, great.
May I come? Get in.
He's staring at us.
He's fine.
- He's got that look.
- What look? That Clint-Eastwood-in-Fistful-of-Dollars look.
Hey, what do you think Will happen to him at the shelter? Some kid will probably adopt him.
Be right back.
Hey.
[Knuckling.]
- Parrot's in the back? - Cockatoo.
Lots of people mix them up.
- He do that to your head? - Yeah.
But we kind of startled him.
All right.
[SQUAWKING.]
All right.
You little son of a bitch.
DOC: That it? - That's it.
You need us to sign some paperwork or something? Nope.
What'll happen to him? Well, he attacked a city employee.
That means he gets put out.
[HAMMERING.]
No.
No! Open it! No! No! No! No! HELLER: You okay? You look flushed.
Yeah.
It's a sunburn.
I've been working outside today.
I'm afraid your mother's probably gonna need to be in a more secured unit.
And with her declining mental status, she's not aware of her surroundings.
How much? It's gonna cost more, right? - Around a hundred and fifty.
- A day? - Medicaid pay for it? - No.
Nice little profit center, isn't it? I guess it might be if we had a secured unit.
Sorry.
Okay.
We're gonna take a bath now, okay? Do you like taking Warm baths? All right.
Let's take the shirt off.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
Come on.
No? Water's ready.
All right.
Guess I'm gonna go first.
Water looks good too.
And if you're not coming, that's your problem.
Let's go.
Shirt off.
All right.
Guess I'm going in by myself.
All right.
Good job.
Let's take these smelly shoes off.
Sheila gave up a banana and I found some peanut butter.
You ready to get wet? All right? Oh, you're heavy.
I called Family Services and pediatric psych are on the way.
Okay, thanks.
Okay.
Let's see.
- So this guy is straight and single? - Mm-hm.
All right.
It's okay, buddy.
It's all right.
Okay? Okay.
Okay.
Okay.
Mom? Mom! Found her walking down the sidewalk as pretty as you please out on an afternoon stroll.
Mom, what are you doing out here? - Are you okay? GABRIEL: She's fine.
You've got your nightgown on, Mom.
You can't go out with your nightgown on.
Her hands are freezing.
I think we need to get you home, Irene.
Is that okay? Gabe, get the door, please.
SULLY: Come on, it's okay.
Here we go.
Can I take her back in my car? - Sure.
You know the way? - No.
- Well, you can follow us.
- Okay.
We're gonna get you home, Mom, so we can get you warm.
You scared me.
That was a day well-spent.
We'll be back out here tomorrow.
I promise you that.
The guy's probably dead anyway.
Shot him, buried him.
They grab the ransom and run.
That's what I'd do.
FAITH: There's your dogs, Bos.
BOSCO: It's about time.
You guys know a couple hundred years ago they used to tie a cord to your finger in a coffin and run it out to a bell? So if you weren't really dead and you woke up you could just pull the cord and ring the bell.
That's where "saved by the bell" comes from.
- No kidding? TY: Yeah.
I mean, could you imagine being out there just buried for more than a day not knowing if you're gonna be found or just-- What do you think's going through his mind? "Damn, I could have had a V8"? You're a sick puppy, Bos.
You know that? [PANTING.]
No! Stop it, please! No! No! No! Stop! Please stop! Oh, Mom.
Mom! Mom.
She used to love to go for walks in Central Park.
Every day until the Alzheimer's.
Seventy-five-years old and she was still out there doing two miles a day in her tennis shoes.
She knew every inch of that park.
Now she's lost as soon as she walks out the door of this room.
Can I take her home, take care of her myself? It'd be very difficult.
She needs 24-hour-a-day care.
I feel like a terrible son.
You're here.
Lots of people, they just dump them off never come back to see them.
But I promised that I would take care of her make sure that she was safe, never alone.
It's so strange.
When I look at her, I see my mother.
She looks back and she can't see me.
Maybe he doesn't understand English? I tried Spanish.
But he didn't respond.
MONTVILLE: Scrapes and bruises.
Some lice.
Couple of small bites, probably from rats.
But no signs of physical abuse.
What would you call leaving a kid on the streets? Neglect.
He's malnourished and dehydrated.
But nothing a meal and some apple juice won't fix.
Family Services been here yet? No.
Police took some Polaroids, but there's no missing kids his age out.
How does somebody just walk away from a four-year-old child? Kim: Probably OD'd over on 96th Street.
And a lot of shooting galleries over there.
I hope somebody does show up so the cops can arrest them for child abandonment.
Sleepy, huh? Good night, little guy.
Good luck.
When I was a kid, my dad took me to a Yankee game.
Righetti pitched a no-hitter against the Red Sox.
Fourth of July.
It was awesome.
We got separated on the subway on the way home.
I ended up in Brooklyn.
Dark, raining.
I didn't know where I was.
I'll never forget that.
Can't stay here all shift, you know.
Just wait till Social Services gets here, okay? He shouldn't have to be alone anymore today.
I'm gonna get some coffee in the lounge.
[BUZZES.]
- We're closed.
- Yeah.
Yeah, look, remember me from this afternoon? The cockatoo.
It was in the back of my ambulance.
Thanks.
Look, I know we asked you to take it, but I don't think it's dangerous.
It was just protecting his owner.
He was dying and we were tearing his clothes off - and putting all this stuff on his chest.
- You're too late.
Right.
- Look, I'm sorry to bother you.
- Your friend already took him.
- My friend? - Spanish dude.
CARLOS: Can you say "cracker"? Can you say "cracker"? Come here.
Come here.
Cracker? Can you say "cracker"? Hello.
[WALTER SQUAWKS.]
Hello.
Hey, Walter.
[WALTER SINGS.]
Anybody hear if they identified that woman we found buried today? M.
E.
said she'd been in the ground for weeks.
No ID.
We're checking missing persons, hoping to find a match.
Pretty much rule out suicide.
- Hey, what are you doing here, Sull? SULLY: Came back for my civvies.
TY: How's your mom? - Old.
- Find her okay? - Yeah.
TY: She wasn't hurt or anything? - No.
- Must be a relief.
- Yeah.
BOSCO: Hey.
Marcantonio, what's up? Kidnapper just woke up in the hospital, told us where they buried that guy.
Okay, hold on.
Hold on.
Stop digging.
Find the corners, guys.
Find the corners.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Take it easy.
Okay, give me a crowbar.
Okay.
Typical.
Look at where we are.
Feds had us half a mile uptown all day.
TY: I don't know if I could last being buried like that.
Something about everything being over you.
No way out.
The weight of it all, you know? Damn.
Want to get something to eat? [WHISTLES.]
Sully? You want to get something to eat? - What? No hot date tonight? - I'll cancel it.
No, thanks.
All right.
I'll see you tomorrow, man.
Yeah.
Davis.
I don't know if I'd be very good company.
As opposed to what? Your usual bright and cheerful demeanor? - Chelsea Square? - No.
How about some Thai food? - At midnight? - Yeah.
Live a little.
Yeah.
Yeah.