Homicide: Life on the Street s06e04 Episode Script
Subway
I don't know.
I don't know what happened.
It happened so fast.
Somebody pushed me.
- Then I fell - OK, I'll be right back.
- What do we got? - One second, please.
Victim is a 37-year-old male, John Lange, L-A-N-G-E.
- You said victim? - He's gonna be.
- He's gonna be? - That's what from the paramedics said.
Why do you think I called Homicide? Is he a jumper? The man there and our guy there tangled up somehow, and our guy ends up the way you see him.
- It's an accident? - I guess.
- Any witnesses? - Take your pick.
If you want to look now, they've got the third rail shut down.
- These detectives are in charge.
- Let me show you.
- This is a doozy.
- Yeah, hang on.
Hang on.
- I'll start with the other guy.
- His name is Larry Biedron.
Get us some help with the witnesses or we're gonna be down here all week.
So he slips as the train's coming in? Best we can figure.
Falls into the opening between two cars.
- Train catches him.
- And he gets pinned at his waist.
Train's still moving.
Starts dragging him along.
But him being pinned between the train and the platform, he's been dragged along but his legs are under him, hanging free.
Twisting everything from his waist down around like a rubber band.
He isn't in much pain, though.
He's alert.
I figure the spinal cord must be severed.
Growing up in New York, I hear about this happening from time to time.
- Never here.
- First for me, too.
Guess that puts Baltimore in the big league.
Tell Lieutenant we've enough witnesses to fill a Trekkie convention.
Well, he'll have to cut loose with some help.
What am I doing here? Here.
Don't go far with that.
So it's Biedron? Yeah, that's good.
Most people say "Bye-dron".
It's Polish, the S-K-I got dropped when my great-whoever first came off.
Is this it, you don't have a driver's licence? No, it's expired.
Can't afford a car anyway.
- You said that you got pushed? - Yeah, I did.
What's the word? You know, when you get bumped? Bumped? You know when you're in a crowd - Bumped? - No! - Jostled? - Yeah! I get jostled.
Next thing I know, I'm picking myself up off the ground.
- Did you see who did this? - No.
Then I see that guy stuck.
The train misses me by that much.
That could be me there.
Well, you were lucky.
- Need a hand? - I'll let you know when.
We're gonna hitch those pressure pants onto him.
When we haul him out, it'll keep his guts from falling into his legs.
- I've been told he won't survive.
- We do it anyway.
It's protocol.
We have to give the guy some hope, some idea that something's being done for him.
- Does he know he's gonna die? - We tried to bring it up.
I asked him if he wanted a priest or a minister, but he couldn't understand when we first got here.
Best thing was to keep him calm.
- OK, how long has he got? - 30, maybe 40 minutes, tops.
The second we move him, he' s a goner.
Correct, Doctor.
He's tachycardic.
Initial BP was 90, dropped to 84.
After half a litre of ringers, it's up to 90 again.
- Mr Lange, I'm Frank Pembleton.
- Whatever you say.
- I'm a detective.
- I've talked to the cops already.
I'd like to talk to whoever's gonna get me the hell out of this! - I have to ask you some questions.
- Like how am I doing? This woman, him, him, everyone's asking me how am I doin'.
How's it look like I'm doing? Hey, this is a mystery! Can you tell me what happened? - Somebody pushes me.
- You were pushed.
- You see who? - Hey, pal! I'm walkin' like I do every Friday for the last twelve damn years.
Uh, I don't know, I get knocked on my ass.
Boom.
From the blind side.
- From the blind side? - Some dumb nut is fallin' in front of me.
In front of you? You don't see who pushed you? What, I got eyes in the back of my head? I'd be like this? Is there someone we can get a hold of for you? - What, at my work? - Family.
Well, my mom and dad.
In Florida, retired.
My brother's down in East End.
On the shore, he runs a bed and breakfast.
If you can get to my wallet, I got his number somewhere.
Is there er anyone anyone else local that we can get in touch with right now? Right now? Why? - You said I'm OK, right? - You're doin' fine.
What the hell's takin' you guys so long down there? You're gonna knock the IV out.
Just relax, stay calm.
All right.
Sorry, So we should contact someone for you.
I got a girlfriend.
I got an ex-wife, too somewhere.
But you don't want to know about that.
And neither do I.
- How do I get a hold of the girlfriend? - She isn't one for hospitals, OK? But she should know anyway, right? I got a place down on Lombard, 1568.
It's about a five-block walk from here.
- This is an apartment? - Yeah.
Her name is Sara.
Sara Flanigan.
She there now? Yeah, I think so.
No, no, she's gone jogging.
- She's out running? - For another hour or so.
- She have a usual route? - Yeah, down along the harbour.
- By the shops? - Yeah, somewhere there, yeah.
So she's wearin', she's in running clothes? - A blue somethin' or other.
- Blue somethin' what? Blue, I don't know! A running suit! - She's how tall? - How tall? - How tall? - Five something.
Six, seven, shorter, er Just go to the apartment.
It's 9C.
She'll be there soon enough.
She have brown hair, blonde, er Hey, what's going on? Hey, you said I'm OK, right? Well, how bad am I? Hey, what's going on? Are you doing something to my legs? - Are they amputating' me? - No.
- Don't lie.
- I'm not.
You're lyin'.
- Come on.
Just deep breaths.
- Sara has what colour hair? Inflate your stomach like it's a balloon, right? Come on.
That's good, good.
Good.
It's like blowing out a birthday candle, right? So, you saw this guy trip and then he fell on the other guy? - Yeah, he went flyin'.
- Doin' a swan dive right into the train.
- But to you, it's an accident? - Yeah.
Like a head-on collision.
He throws his legs out to trip the guy.
- You're saying that it was on purpose? - Oh, yeah.
Deliberate as hell.
You fall down, and you try to get up right away.
But him, he stays down.
And I see him look back, to see where the other guy is.
Then he throws out his feet to take out the other guy's.
It's not my legs No.
We would get Sara here.
- No! - Mr Lange I feel fine! I feel good.
Hey, I get no pain or anything.
Look! Look! See I can do that! I felt that.
I felt that, that's a good sign.
That's a good sign! Could you give me a description of Sara? Look, I don't need this stuff! You're saying I'm gonna die! Lord help! Hey, this is what you're saying.
This is a goof.
Huh? Why did I gotta take the subway today? On Monday through Thursdays Hey, I'm driving in my car glad-handing my customers.
Fridays, I work the phones to my wholesalers.
Why's today gotta be Friday? No, no, you got it wrong.
The man the train hits, he was the one pushing.
- He was? - He almost pushed me into the train.
I've got someone who says the opposite.
I know what I saw.
He was the one that got pushed.
Who pushes who? - Bayliss, where's Frank? - He's around the corner.
Everybody's in a hurry to go everywhere and nowhere.
- Hey, Frank? - Yeah? - Where do you want us to start? - I got a guy all jammed up back here.
You got somebody ground up like hamburger? He is alive.
- Frank? - Yeah? I got somethin' a little hinky here.
Some commuters say my guy shoved your guy and some say he didn't.
- Well, who do you believe? - Who don't I believe? Let's say that he did push him.
These two know each other? - Some bad blood in the past? - Maybe.
- I'll run "Biedron" through the computer.
- OK.
Zippety-do-dah.
- Here.
- What? I want you to find that woman.
Sara Flanigan, 5"4, Brown eyes, a blue and something running suit.
She's joggin' around the Inner Harbor, the Science Center, Federal Hill.
- Last goodbyes? - Yeah.
- A brown and somethin' joggin' suit? - Blue and something jogging suit.
Blue and somethin' jogging that makes all the difference in the world.
Ask the uniforms.
We're here to work witnesses.
Am I right? I told Lange I'll put our best detectives on this.
Don't try to backdoor me with that best business.
- You ain't about compliments.
- The man has less than an hour.
It's a higher place in heaven for us.
I'll go find the woman.
You go deal with the guy, OK? Once again, you have proved yourself persuasive.
And you want to go settin' yourself up as the angel of mercy, that's cool.
Don't volunteer me, OK? Hey, Federal Hill, Inner Harbor, OK? Here's Biedron's ID.
Maybe your guy remembers his face from that picture.
- All right? - OK.
- You get what you need? - What? You about wrapped up here? We're ready to go.
We gotta set the bags, inflate them so we can muscle the subway car away from the platform and haul this guy out.
- So what's your rush? - No rush.
But I got 20,000 morning riders held up on this line.
Whatever you can do to help, I'd appreciate it.
Just stay out of my face, OK? Go do your job, stay out of my face.
OK? I got work to do here.
- Give me something.
- What do you want? - A shot for the pain.
- You're in pain right now? I'm gonna be.
Mr Lange, I sent two of our detectives to find Sara.
- They're the best.
- Right.
What, after they make their doughnut run? Hey, cop, make this bitch go away.
- You're in charge.
- Not of her.
- She's pissing me off.
- I have to stay with you.
- And I say you go! - I can't do that.
- Then give me a shot of something! - I can't do that either.
I'm who's in need here, last time I looked.
You can give me something.
Painkillers can make him lose consciousness.
- It'll lower his blood pressure more.
- That's my problem! It'd be the same as bleeding out, bleeding internally.
If he loses consciousness, that's the sign.
- Of me dying? - Nothing you can give him? - If there's a chance of saving him - There's a chance? Oh, that's crap.
You said so yourself.
It's a million to one, but I'm not gonna jeopardise that chance.
- You just said there's a chance.
- I said if! - A million to one.
- You see? - He's not a doctor.
- Neither the hell are you.
- I'm gonna die.
- What's the harm then, huh? If I'm going, my last wish, OK? - No.
- Yeah.
- Go find a train to throw yourself under.
- I can't leave.
Come on, do me a favour.
Take a walk until he's calmed down.
Well, you're a little sore? Why don't you get yourself something for the pain? You know, I'm gonna be Knucklehead's gonna go grab a smoke suck in some nicotine.
Take a break on me! - Where's Sara? - We're getting her.
- You find her? - Not yet.
- But you're gonna? - Yeah.
- Right, cos if you don't - Hey, she's gonna be here, all right.
Or what? You gettin' a little defensive on me? What, are you scared? Well, it's not every day you talk to a dead man, huh? No.
I want my fare back.
- Your what? - My dollar thirty-five.
- I paid my fare, I didn't get my ride.
- No, you didn't.
- Then I get it back.
- All right.
You get it.
Do what you want with it, but the hell if I get taken! OK, nobody's trying to take you.
- Wife? - Huh? Do you have a wife? Wife, yeah.
- Is she all right to you? - Yes.
Kids? I have two kids.
Yeah, you got the world by the ass.
Yeah, I do.
Kids If I had kids, I'd still be married.
The medic She said that I had a million-to-one shot.
Now, why would she say that when she knows? - Frank.
- Mr Lange, this is my partner.
- Oh, yeah.
- Listen.
Do you recognise that man there, the little guy? Want me to bring him closer? I can see him.
- Who is he? - You don't know him? I've never seen him before.
Why, is he who it is shoved me? - You never had any words or anything? - No, what's his name? Hey, moron! Who are you? I want you dead, you son of a bitch.
- You are dead to me! - Easy, Mr Lange, easy.
- No, no! You are dead to me! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- All right, all right.
- OK, OK, OK.
blue jogging suit.
Sara Flanigan.
- She's gotta be Irish lookin', huh? - Irish lookin'? What's that mean? She's got freckles on her face, shamrock in her heart.
We're supposed to track this woman down in an instant? What am I, Missing Persons? I can't even find my own behind with a map and three-day head start.
- That guy - Hey, her? Ah, no.
She's too tall.
And we're lookin' for brown hair, not red.
- Imagine being him.
- Don't even go there, man.
It's like it's like that first sub-zero day, when you step outside and it reaches up and grabs your family jewels.
Like lumpy sex.
Lumpy sex What, there ain't no such thing! You don't get around a lot, do you? You showed me his photo, you put him front of me.
- This is getting stupid.
- You don't know Biedron? Why would I know that piece of crap? - From your neighbourhood? - No.
Past few days, maybe last week? - Something between you and No! - A few words, maybe on the job? - I'd remember.
- In bars and restaurants maybe? - I'd know if I knew him! Something went down with Sara? If that was it, I'd be the first to say.
You think I don't want you to nail the guy who's killed me? But don't think for a second this isn't some accident.
You be me for a second, you'd know.
This crap doesn't just happen.
This is not out of the blue.
You think cos there's nothing between me and this Biedron Why am I even saying that twerp's name? That nothin' is nothin' then? What, are you some substitute second-string cop? Huh? Some candy-ass jamoke? Look I didn't mean that.
You know, it's just that you got nothin'.
So I'm what? - Huh, a lesson in bad luck? - No, no.
I'd be at my desk right now, making calls, doing business, brown-nosing my boss, laughing at his lame jokes, trying to angle myself a raise.
Going to lunch, checking out some legs.
Flirting with every other girl that goes by.
But where the hell am I? Stuck.
Right here.
What can I do about it? You You're one of those Moes, or is it Curley, who's had a free pass on things.
You're one of the lucky ones.
Me, I'm just here to remind you how lucky.
What? I'm wrong about you? You gonna tell me tall tales of you and some rough-and-tumble cops and robber's derring do? No, no.
- Then what the hell can you do for me? - I don't know.
- What good are you? - I don't know.
Look, I didn't mean that.
OK, I didn't mean it.
I don't what I mean.
You know, I just don't get it.
I'm being a jerk! Where you going? - Nowhere.
- You're right, nowhere.
- How long do we have? - I don't know.
I'm stuck here.
You ain't goin' anywhere, fella.
I already told you, I don't have a driver's licence.
I can't afford a car, OK? It wasn't revoked? You think I'd be down in the subway if I could drive? All these numbskulls pushing and shoving? - So you've never driven a car? - No.
Oh, that's just unusual.
You've never had a driver's licence? You would pay for something you couldn't afford? Right.
Never been arrested? - Nope.
I'm OK? - Yes.
Because I feel sick.
I've already put your name through the computers, Larry.
Nothing's gonna come up? Nothing surprising? - No.
- Good.
OK.
Where were you headed off to this morning, huh? - This again? - Yeah, yeah, this again.
- I was goin' to interview for a job.
- Oh, what kind of a job? Anything.
I haven't had steady work in the last year.
- What kind of work? - Did I do last? Yeah.
Moving stuff, boxes, warehouse work.
Yeah? Who was that for? - The company? - Yeah.
I forget.
Had a Greek name to it.
It's been awhile.
You can't remember the name of the last person that paid you? Something Eh I forget.
It started with a T T-S Ah.
But it's Greek to you, huh? What? Oh, I get it.
It's all Greek to me.
- What? - You were making a joke.
No.
My greatest fears - The first one is death.
- I don't like thinkin' about that.
Us gettin' shot at, all that glass flying around.
Pop-pop-pop.
You don't wanna think about that, cos your brain is tuned to push all that stuff back.
See, the front part of your brain, it pushes all that back into the subconscious, and somewhere deep in your brainstem, there's a timecode printed out into a little teeny, tiny neuron.
- Timecode? - Yeah.
When you're gonna die.
- Blue suit.
- Where? Oh, no.
She's got blonde hair.
We're lookin' for brown, right? You see, that's what I'm sayin', man.
It's my eyes, man.
I gotta get 'em checked.
Damn, man.
Last year, it was somethin' wrong with my teeth.
This year, somethin' gonna act up on my stomach.
Next thing you know, I'm gonna have ball-drop.
- Ball-drop? - Testicular droopage.
Old age starts to creep up on you.
Next thing you know, everything goes south.
- Oh, you mean scrotal gravity.
- Uh-huh.
We ain't never gonna find her.
Where the hell is she? This is what I get? An ice cube? - No food or anything? - It's the best I could do.
You'll get everything you need through your IV.
Tell 'em to hook this thing to a damn cheeseburger or a chocolate malt.
I can't I can't get a last meal? A murderer or a serial killer about to get the plug pulled gets to choose a damn last meal.
This is on your head, you miserable bitch! What am I hearing? - What's goin' on over there? - They're moving things.
- They're getting ready to take me out? - Just sorting stuff out.
How are they taking me out? They have to push this train away from the platform, away from you - How? - They have these kind of airbags.
That's what I'm hearing? The airbags? Yeah, they're testing them.
- Well, not yet, right? - No, no, no.
OK.
A feat of engineering just for me.
I've become a spectacle.
- And you're getting Sara? - She'll be here.
OK.
OK, they fill the bags, then what? They pull me out? - I think so.
- And then what? - Then I don't know.
- That's my million-to-one shot.
Hey.
Come on over here.
- You can explain what's gonna happen.
- With what? - When they pull me out.
- We'll pull you out.
I know that.
After you pull me out? - We'll work on you.
- Work on me how? Oh, you'll pull me out and then what? - Jeez! - Oh! You OK? What's goin' on? Tell me your name.
This body of mine is going through some nonsense.
I tell you true.
- What's your name? - You know my name.
Tell me your name.
John Lange.
You're OK.
- Argh! Then what's the pain? - Is it easing? - Er, yeah.
- It's a good sign.
- What is? - That you're having pain.
- My body is still fighting, huh? - Yes.
That million-to-one shot is lookin' better, huh? We'll do everything possible.
When you're released, we'll attach the defibrillator to stabilise your heart and we'll have you to the hospital in five minutes.
We've got a police escort for the ambulance upstairs.
A defibrillator? Your heart will stop when we pull you out.
Well, how is it OK right now? Your body sustained a lot of trauma.
You have a crushed spinal injury.
My legs? Whole lower half.
- You've seen it? - Yeah.
Look, promise me.
No matter what, they don't cut off my legs even if I die.
Look I am catching a break somewhere in all this garbage.
- OK, I understand.
- OK.
You pull me out.
How long before my heart stops? - And five minutes to the hospital.
- Yes.
You heard her.
She said five minutes.
Right, she did.
Any longer than that, you take this lame-ass, you drag her out to the middle of the street and you shoot her! Deal.
How many shots? This is the first thing off the computer.
We're faxing for clarification.
- We're waiting on this guy's family? - Girlfriend.
I was told his family.
Can you answer me? I've got trains on the other side.
They need to come in.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Get up.
- I can't.
My head.
Why don't you have a driver's licence? Why are you grabbing me? I have a headache.
Could I get a pill? You don't have a licence cos you're not from Maryland.
Sure I am.
I live here.
- Since when? - What? - When did you move here? - I moved like three, four years ago.
- You moved here? - Well, yeah.
I wasn't born here.
You've got an ID from Maryland for six months.
- You're here for three or four years? - I applied for it way back Long ago.
I need that back.
You gave it to that black cop.
You moved from Chicago six months ago.
No, that isn't right.
No, I live on Charles and Cathedral Streets at the Clarion Hotel, you know? Er but I go to Chicago.
I've been going there back and forth.
- What does that say right there? - About what? You have a record in Chicago.
You said you had never been arrested.
It says that? - What were you charged with? - Look, this is my new shirt.
This is the only one that I got for job interviews.
I'm gonna wring your neck, if you don't tell me what you were charged with.
I never said I wasn't charged with anything.
I was never convicted.
OK, I've got more information coming from Chicago about this charge and the disposition of it.
- What is Diversey? - Diversey? - It's a place.
- In Chicago? It's on Belmont and Narragansett.
West Side.
It's a hospital.
They put you in the hospital for this charge? Yeah.
They found I wasn't responsible.
- For what? - I don't know.
They said it, not me.
It's a place for people with problems.
I had problems, but now I'm OK.
Tell me what the charge was for in Chicago.
They say I pushed someone.
You pushed somebody? OK.
In Chicago? - In the subway? - I don't know.
- But there is a subway in Chicago.
- I know.
They have a big one.
The doctors, they said I wasn't What's the word? Competent That I didn't know what I was doing, that I wasn't right, that I won't be ever.
I've got the papers that'll tell you back in my place.
Yeah, great.
Come on.
- But I need my jacket.
- Yeah, yeah, your jacket.
- You almost died? - On the job.
A stroke, phew! You're kinda young for one of those, aren't you? I get this hellacious headache, then I wake up with nurse's face in mine.
- Argh! Shit! - Again? Yeah.
Oh, God.
Why did he invent pain? - He OK? - He's good.
In that hospital bed, I'd think about that all the time.
God flashed you the answer? Cos we wouldn't know how good we have it otherwise? You never thought that? - Do you take me for a pervert? - You ain't got to be a pervert.
- Everybody thinks about that.
- Not me.
Never thought about making it with two women? At the same time, no.
You disappoint me.
Hey, is that her? No, false alarm.
She got red hair.
Even I could see that.
It looked brown for a second.
What's the cosmic reason for pain, huh? It's the one thing we have in common.
There are times I think A baby's born with somethin' real wrong, some disease, like AIDS This child is probably never gonna experience happiness.
But we know what that baby's feeling.
I told you about my brother having a bed and breakfast? Right, you did.
What is that? What is that for a grown man? He gets people in the morning when they're nice and pleasant.
You know, this is some resort area.
You know, so where's the the mumble-gru grumble-mumble? You know, come 5:00 quitting time, when your boss has pissed you off, and you're feelin' like throwing yourself and him off the roof you're not looking for an orange juice, a croissant.
You're ordering hard martinis with a couple of imported olives.
So who's the realist, me or my brother? Oh, God.
Oh, God invents pain, and man invents booze, and right now he can kiss my ass! We ain't never gonna find this woman.
I have that same feeling.
If you knew you was gonna go, who would you want to have there? You know what'd be fair? A day's notice.
To get all the bastards that put it to me.
There'd be a few personal scores settled.
Hey, hey, hey, that's her.
That's her! - Hey, Sara Flanigan? - Hey, Miss! - You're Sara Flanigan? - Why are you asking? Cops? - Are you Sara? - No.
We just need to talk to Sara Flanigan.
- What, she do something wrong? - No.
Sorry.
- You're sure you're not Sara? - I don't know who she is.
- "Sure you're not Sara"! - Hey, what? She's got brown hair, right? So I'm layin' there in that hospital bed.
- Oh, this is your stroke? - Right.
Every day, the nurse comes with this metal bowl.
Steel, aluminium, I don't know.
But it's cold.
Like right out of the freezer.
She says to me she wants she wants me to give a specimen.
You ever tried to take a crap laying flat on a bed? But there's a kicker because she has to watch while I'm doing it.
She has to write it all down.
How long it took.
How much it was.
What it weighed.
It's humiliating.
It pisses me off.
- I keep asking myself, "Why me?" - Do you believe in heaven? - Mr Lange, look at me.
- There's none for you! - Do I believe in an afterlife? - Yeah.
I mean, if there is I'm saying God invented pain, so I'm saying there is a God.
- Are you going to heaven? - Why, you want a priest? No, a priest would be, you know, puttin' the kabosh on my whatever good karma I got coming right now, you know.
OK.
Breathe.
Breathe deep.
Come on.
Mr Lange, I need you to breathe.
- You can do it.
Breathe.
- Ah, it's coming fast and furious now.
Breathe for me.
Breathe for me.
What's it feel like when you know it's all coming to an end? That guy in the subway, he knows he's going.
Yeah, I want to get shot, man.
That way it'd only hurt for a minute.
Let's say my grandmother dies, right? I go to the nursing home to sign the body to the funeral house.
I'm talking to the head nurse, her assistant is next to her, I'm thinking, "I could nail this chick.
" My grandmother dies and my smart monkey instinct tells me to procreate.
- It's all part of the grieving process.
- I don't know.
You tell me.
- He did this before? - In Chicago three years ago.
He pushed someone in a subway? He was sent to a nuthouse for 18 months, then released.
We're gonna get more specifics later on today.
You going to you gonna tell Lange? Tell him what? This was intentional? He's in a world of hurt.
He's dying, he knows it but he's still fighting it.
Would it help, telling him he was pushed? Wha what, an accident, he could accept that? - I don't know.
- He has a right to know, Frank.
- Would you want to know? - Yeah, wouldn't you? Biedron's complaining that he's hot.
I'm gonna send him to Hopkins.
I don't want to be responsible if anything happens to him.
- He's complaining he's hot? - Yeah, he's hot.
He's complaining he's hot.
- That guy pushed me, didn't he? - We're trying to figure that out.
- But you think he did? - Yes.
I was watching you and your partner talking.
I can read people.
Yeah.
- I'm a salesman, remember? - Right.
- Did I tell you that already? - Yeah.
Oh, wow.
Hey, I don't feel so good.
What's going on? It's really different than before.
- Blood pressure's dropping.
- Oh! Why did he push me? - I don't know.
- Heart rate's dropping.
- And she'll be here? - Don't you worry.
- BP is 80 over 50 and dropping.
- He's going.
Let's get him out of here! Let's move him! What's your name? - Heart rate is 50 and dropping.
- What is your name? Mr Lange, where are you at? Mr Lange, look at me.
The leaves on the sugar maple tree, when a storm is coming they'll turn over so the tree can take in the rain.
BP is 70, palp! - What's my name? - What? - They're asking me my name.
- John Lange.
- Your name is John Lange! - No, it's not.
- OK, guys, face.
- Watch it, come on.
You got him on here? I'm OK.
Nice and easy.
Watch the tubes.
Watch the tubes.
Don't pull out my tubes.
One, two, three.
We're clear, we're clear.
Lay him down nice and slow.
We're ready for you.
Nice and easy.
All right, he's looking pretty bad.
He's gone.
He's dead.
OK, it's all yours.
This is the same thing happened in Chicago.
It's the same crime.
He thinks we're not gonna find out.
Yeah.
Wild, isn't it? See you later.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You still got my ID.
I need that back.
You all right? Did you ever notice when a rain is coming leaves on a sugar maple will turn over? No.
Learn something new every day.
The guy, he says to me "I'm OK.
"
I don't know what happened.
It happened so fast.
Somebody pushed me.
- Then I fell - OK, I'll be right back.
- What do we got? - One second, please.
Victim is a 37-year-old male, John Lange, L-A-N-G-E.
- You said victim? - He's gonna be.
- He's gonna be? - That's what from the paramedics said.
Why do you think I called Homicide? Is he a jumper? The man there and our guy there tangled up somehow, and our guy ends up the way you see him.
- It's an accident? - I guess.
- Any witnesses? - Take your pick.
If you want to look now, they've got the third rail shut down.
- These detectives are in charge.
- Let me show you.
- This is a doozy.
- Yeah, hang on.
Hang on.
- I'll start with the other guy.
- His name is Larry Biedron.
Get us some help with the witnesses or we're gonna be down here all week.
So he slips as the train's coming in? Best we can figure.
Falls into the opening between two cars.
- Train catches him.
- And he gets pinned at his waist.
Train's still moving.
Starts dragging him along.
But him being pinned between the train and the platform, he's been dragged along but his legs are under him, hanging free.
Twisting everything from his waist down around like a rubber band.
He isn't in much pain, though.
He's alert.
I figure the spinal cord must be severed.
Growing up in New York, I hear about this happening from time to time.
- Never here.
- First for me, too.
Guess that puts Baltimore in the big league.
Tell Lieutenant we've enough witnesses to fill a Trekkie convention.
Well, he'll have to cut loose with some help.
What am I doing here? Here.
Don't go far with that.
So it's Biedron? Yeah, that's good.
Most people say "Bye-dron".
It's Polish, the S-K-I got dropped when my great-whoever first came off.
Is this it, you don't have a driver's licence? No, it's expired.
Can't afford a car anyway.
- You said that you got pushed? - Yeah, I did.
What's the word? You know, when you get bumped? Bumped? You know when you're in a crowd - Bumped? - No! - Jostled? - Yeah! I get jostled.
Next thing I know, I'm picking myself up off the ground.
- Did you see who did this? - No.
Then I see that guy stuck.
The train misses me by that much.
That could be me there.
Well, you were lucky.
- Need a hand? - I'll let you know when.
We're gonna hitch those pressure pants onto him.
When we haul him out, it'll keep his guts from falling into his legs.
- I've been told he won't survive.
- We do it anyway.
It's protocol.
We have to give the guy some hope, some idea that something's being done for him.
- Does he know he's gonna die? - We tried to bring it up.
I asked him if he wanted a priest or a minister, but he couldn't understand when we first got here.
Best thing was to keep him calm.
- OK, how long has he got? - 30, maybe 40 minutes, tops.
The second we move him, he' s a goner.
Correct, Doctor.
He's tachycardic.
Initial BP was 90, dropped to 84.
After half a litre of ringers, it's up to 90 again.
- Mr Lange, I'm Frank Pembleton.
- Whatever you say.
- I'm a detective.
- I've talked to the cops already.
I'd like to talk to whoever's gonna get me the hell out of this! - I have to ask you some questions.
- Like how am I doing? This woman, him, him, everyone's asking me how am I doin'.
How's it look like I'm doing? Hey, this is a mystery! Can you tell me what happened? - Somebody pushes me.
- You were pushed.
- You see who? - Hey, pal! I'm walkin' like I do every Friday for the last twelve damn years.
Uh, I don't know, I get knocked on my ass.
Boom.
From the blind side.
- From the blind side? - Some dumb nut is fallin' in front of me.
In front of you? You don't see who pushed you? What, I got eyes in the back of my head? I'd be like this? Is there someone we can get a hold of for you? - What, at my work? - Family.
Well, my mom and dad.
In Florida, retired.
My brother's down in East End.
On the shore, he runs a bed and breakfast.
If you can get to my wallet, I got his number somewhere.
Is there er anyone anyone else local that we can get in touch with right now? Right now? Why? - You said I'm OK, right? - You're doin' fine.
What the hell's takin' you guys so long down there? You're gonna knock the IV out.
Just relax, stay calm.
All right.
Sorry, So we should contact someone for you.
I got a girlfriend.
I got an ex-wife, too somewhere.
But you don't want to know about that.
And neither do I.
- How do I get a hold of the girlfriend? - She isn't one for hospitals, OK? But she should know anyway, right? I got a place down on Lombard, 1568.
It's about a five-block walk from here.
- This is an apartment? - Yeah.
Her name is Sara.
Sara Flanigan.
She there now? Yeah, I think so.
No, no, she's gone jogging.
- She's out running? - For another hour or so.
- She have a usual route? - Yeah, down along the harbour.
- By the shops? - Yeah, somewhere there, yeah.
So she's wearin', she's in running clothes? - A blue somethin' or other.
- Blue somethin' what? Blue, I don't know! A running suit! - She's how tall? - How tall? - How tall? - Five something.
Six, seven, shorter, er Just go to the apartment.
It's 9C.
She'll be there soon enough.
She have brown hair, blonde, er Hey, what's going on? Hey, you said I'm OK, right? Well, how bad am I? Hey, what's going on? Are you doing something to my legs? - Are they amputating' me? - No.
- Don't lie.
- I'm not.
You're lyin'.
- Come on.
Just deep breaths.
- Sara has what colour hair? Inflate your stomach like it's a balloon, right? Come on.
That's good, good.
Good.
It's like blowing out a birthday candle, right? So, you saw this guy trip and then he fell on the other guy? - Yeah, he went flyin'.
- Doin' a swan dive right into the train.
- But to you, it's an accident? - Yeah.
Like a head-on collision.
He throws his legs out to trip the guy.
- You're saying that it was on purpose? - Oh, yeah.
Deliberate as hell.
You fall down, and you try to get up right away.
But him, he stays down.
And I see him look back, to see where the other guy is.
Then he throws out his feet to take out the other guy's.
It's not my legs No.
We would get Sara here.
- No! - Mr Lange I feel fine! I feel good.
Hey, I get no pain or anything.
Look! Look! See I can do that! I felt that.
I felt that, that's a good sign.
That's a good sign! Could you give me a description of Sara? Look, I don't need this stuff! You're saying I'm gonna die! Lord help! Hey, this is what you're saying.
This is a goof.
Huh? Why did I gotta take the subway today? On Monday through Thursdays Hey, I'm driving in my car glad-handing my customers.
Fridays, I work the phones to my wholesalers.
Why's today gotta be Friday? No, no, you got it wrong.
The man the train hits, he was the one pushing.
- He was? - He almost pushed me into the train.
I've got someone who says the opposite.
I know what I saw.
He was the one that got pushed.
Who pushes who? - Bayliss, where's Frank? - He's around the corner.
Everybody's in a hurry to go everywhere and nowhere.
- Hey, Frank? - Yeah? - Where do you want us to start? - I got a guy all jammed up back here.
You got somebody ground up like hamburger? He is alive.
- Frank? - Yeah? I got somethin' a little hinky here.
Some commuters say my guy shoved your guy and some say he didn't.
- Well, who do you believe? - Who don't I believe? Let's say that he did push him.
These two know each other? - Some bad blood in the past? - Maybe.
- I'll run "Biedron" through the computer.
- OK.
Zippety-do-dah.
- Here.
- What? I want you to find that woman.
Sara Flanigan, 5"4, Brown eyes, a blue and something running suit.
She's joggin' around the Inner Harbor, the Science Center, Federal Hill.
- Last goodbyes? - Yeah.
- A brown and somethin' joggin' suit? - Blue and something jogging suit.
Blue and somethin' jogging that makes all the difference in the world.
Ask the uniforms.
We're here to work witnesses.
Am I right? I told Lange I'll put our best detectives on this.
Don't try to backdoor me with that best business.
- You ain't about compliments.
- The man has less than an hour.
It's a higher place in heaven for us.
I'll go find the woman.
You go deal with the guy, OK? Once again, you have proved yourself persuasive.
And you want to go settin' yourself up as the angel of mercy, that's cool.
Don't volunteer me, OK? Hey, Federal Hill, Inner Harbor, OK? Here's Biedron's ID.
Maybe your guy remembers his face from that picture.
- All right? - OK.
- You get what you need? - What? You about wrapped up here? We're ready to go.
We gotta set the bags, inflate them so we can muscle the subway car away from the platform and haul this guy out.
- So what's your rush? - No rush.
But I got 20,000 morning riders held up on this line.
Whatever you can do to help, I'd appreciate it.
Just stay out of my face, OK? Go do your job, stay out of my face.
OK? I got work to do here.
- Give me something.
- What do you want? - A shot for the pain.
- You're in pain right now? I'm gonna be.
Mr Lange, I sent two of our detectives to find Sara.
- They're the best.
- Right.
What, after they make their doughnut run? Hey, cop, make this bitch go away.
- You're in charge.
- Not of her.
- She's pissing me off.
- I have to stay with you.
- And I say you go! - I can't do that.
- Then give me a shot of something! - I can't do that either.
I'm who's in need here, last time I looked.
You can give me something.
Painkillers can make him lose consciousness.
- It'll lower his blood pressure more.
- That's my problem! It'd be the same as bleeding out, bleeding internally.
If he loses consciousness, that's the sign.
- Of me dying? - Nothing you can give him? - If there's a chance of saving him - There's a chance? Oh, that's crap.
You said so yourself.
It's a million to one, but I'm not gonna jeopardise that chance.
- You just said there's a chance.
- I said if! - A million to one.
- You see? - He's not a doctor.
- Neither the hell are you.
- I'm gonna die.
- What's the harm then, huh? If I'm going, my last wish, OK? - No.
- Yeah.
- Go find a train to throw yourself under.
- I can't leave.
Come on, do me a favour.
Take a walk until he's calmed down.
Well, you're a little sore? Why don't you get yourself something for the pain? You know, I'm gonna be Knucklehead's gonna go grab a smoke suck in some nicotine.
Take a break on me! - Where's Sara? - We're getting her.
- You find her? - Not yet.
- But you're gonna? - Yeah.
- Right, cos if you don't - Hey, she's gonna be here, all right.
Or what? You gettin' a little defensive on me? What, are you scared? Well, it's not every day you talk to a dead man, huh? No.
I want my fare back.
- Your what? - My dollar thirty-five.
- I paid my fare, I didn't get my ride.
- No, you didn't.
- Then I get it back.
- All right.
You get it.
Do what you want with it, but the hell if I get taken! OK, nobody's trying to take you.
- Wife? - Huh? Do you have a wife? Wife, yeah.
- Is she all right to you? - Yes.
Kids? I have two kids.
Yeah, you got the world by the ass.
Yeah, I do.
Kids If I had kids, I'd still be married.
The medic She said that I had a million-to-one shot.
Now, why would she say that when she knows? - Frank.
- Mr Lange, this is my partner.
- Oh, yeah.
- Listen.
Do you recognise that man there, the little guy? Want me to bring him closer? I can see him.
- Who is he? - You don't know him? I've never seen him before.
Why, is he who it is shoved me? - You never had any words or anything? - No, what's his name? Hey, moron! Who are you? I want you dead, you son of a bitch.
- You are dead to me! - Easy, Mr Lange, easy.
- No, no! You are dead to me! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- All right, all right.
- OK, OK, OK.
blue jogging suit.
Sara Flanigan.
- She's gotta be Irish lookin', huh? - Irish lookin'? What's that mean? She's got freckles on her face, shamrock in her heart.
We're supposed to track this woman down in an instant? What am I, Missing Persons? I can't even find my own behind with a map and three-day head start.
- That guy - Hey, her? Ah, no.
She's too tall.
And we're lookin' for brown hair, not red.
- Imagine being him.
- Don't even go there, man.
It's like it's like that first sub-zero day, when you step outside and it reaches up and grabs your family jewels.
Like lumpy sex.
Lumpy sex What, there ain't no such thing! You don't get around a lot, do you? You showed me his photo, you put him front of me.
- This is getting stupid.
- You don't know Biedron? Why would I know that piece of crap? - From your neighbourhood? - No.
Past few days, maybe last week? - Something between you and No! - A few words, maybe on the job? - I'd remember.
- In bars and restaurants maybe? - I'd know if I knew him! Something went down with Sara? If that was it, I'd be the first to say.
You think I don't want you to nail the guy who's killed me? But don't think for a second this isn't some accident.
You be me for a second, you'd know.
This crap doesn't just happen.
This is not out of the blue.
You think cos there's nothing between me and this Biedron Why am I even saying that twerp's name? That nothin' is nothin' then? What, are you some substitute second-string cop? Huh? Some candy-ass jamoke? Look I didn't mean that.
You know, it's just that you got nothin'.
So I'm what? - Huh, a lesson in bad luck? - No, no.
I'd be at my desk right now, making calls, doing business, brown-nosing my boss, laughing at his lame jokes, trying to angle myself a raise.
Going to lunch, checking out some legs.
Flirting with every other girl that goes by.
But where the hell am I? Stuck.
Right here.
What can I do about it? You You're one of those Moes, or is it Curley, who's had a free pass on things.
You're one of the lucky ones.
Me, I'm just here to remind you how lucky.
What? I'm wrong about you? You gonna tell me tall tales of you and some rough-and-tumble cops and robber's derring do? No, no.
- Then what the hell can you do for me? - I don't know.
- What good are you? - I don't know.
Look, I didn't mean that.
OK, I didn't mean it.
I don't what I mean.
You know, I just don't get it.
I'm being a jerk! Where you going? - Nowhere.
- You're right, nowhere.
- How long do we have? - I don't know.
I'm stuck here.
You ain't goin' anywhere, fella.
I already told you, I don't have a driver's licence.
I can't afford a car, OK? It wasn't revoked? You think I'd be down in the subway if I could drive? All these numbskulls pushing and shoving? - So you've never driven a car? - No.
Oh, that's just unusual.
You've never had a driver's licence? You would pay for something you couldn't afford? Right.
Never been arrested? - Nope.
I'm OK? - Yes.
Because I feel sick.
I've already put your name through the computers, Larry.
Nothing's gonna come up? Nothing surprising? - No.
- Good.
OK.
Where were you headed off to this morning, huh? - This again? - Yeah, yeah, this again.
- I was goin' to interview for a job.
- Oh, what kind of a job? Anything.
I haven't had steady work in the last year.
- What kind of work? - Did I do last? Yeah.
Moving stuff, boxes, warehouse work.
Yeah? Who was that for? - The company? - Yeah.
I forget.
Had a Greek name to it.
It's been awhile.
You can't remember the name of the last person that paid you? Something Eh I forget.
It started with a T T-S Ah.
But it's Greek to you, huh? What? Oh, I get it.
It's all Greek to me.
- What? - You were making a joke.
No.
My greatest fears - The first one is death.
- I don't like thinkin' about that.
Us gettin' shot at, all that glass flying around.
Pop-pop-pop.
You don't wanna think about that, cos your brain is tuned to push all that stuff back.
See, the front part of your brain, it pushes all that back into the subconscious, and somewhere deep in your brainstem, there's a timecode printed out into a little teeny, tiny neuron.
- Timecode? - Yeah.
When you're gonna die.
- Blue suit.
- Where? Oh, no.
She's got blonde hair.
We're lookin' for brown, right? You see, that's what I'm sayin', man.
It's my eyes, man.
I gotta get 'em checked.
Damn, man.
Last year, it was somethin' wrong with my teeth.
This year, somethin' gonna act up on my stomach.
Next thing you know, I'm gonna have ball-drop.
- Ball-drop? - Testicular droopage.
Old age starts to creep up on you.
Next thing you know, everything goes south.
- Oh, you mean scrotal gravity.
- Uh-huh.
We ain't never gonna find her.
Where the hell is she? This is what I get? An ice cube? - No food or anything? - It's the best I could do.
You'll get everything you need through your IV.
Tell 'em to hook this thing to a damn cheeseburger or a chocolate malt.
I can't I can't get a last meal? A murderer or a serial killer about to get the plug pulled gets to choose a damn last meal.
This is on your head, you miserable bitch! What am I hearing? - What's goin' on over there? - They're moving things.
- They're getting ready to take me out? - Just sorting stuff out.
How are they taking me out? They have to push this train away from the platform, away from you - How? - They have these kind of airbags.
That's what I'm hearing? The airbags? Yeah, they're testing them.
- Well, not yet, right? - No, no, no.
OK.
A feat of engineering just for me.
I've become a spectacle.
- And you're getting Sara? - She'll be here.
OK.
OK, they fill the bags, then what? They pull me out? - I think so.
- And then what? - Then I don't know.
- That's my million-to-one shot.
Hey.
Come on over here.
- You can explain what's gonna happen.
- With what? - When they pull me out.
- We'll pull you out.
I know that.
After you pull me out? - We'll work on you.
- Work on me how? Oh, you'll pull me out and then what? - Jeez! - Oh! You OK? What's goin' on? Tell me your name.
This body of mine is going through some nonsense.
I tell you true.
- What's your name? - You know my name.
Tell me your name.
John Lange.
You're OK.
- Argh! Then what's the pain? - Is it easing? - Er, yeah.
- It's a good sign.
- What is? - That you're having pain.
- My body is still fighting, huh? - Yes.
That million-to-one shot is lookin' better, huh? We'll do everything possible.
When you're released, we'll attach the defibrillator to stabilise your heart and we'll have you to the hospital in five minutes.
We've got a police escort for the ambulance upstairs.
A defibrillator? Your heart will stop when we pull you out.
Well, how is it OK right now? Your body sustained a lot of trauma.
You have a crushed spinal injury.
My legs? Whole lower half.
- You've seen it? - Yeah.
Look, promise me.
No matter what, they don't cut off my legs even if I die.
Look I am catching a break somewhere in all this garbage.
- OK, I understand.
- OK.
You pull me out.
How long before my heart stops? - And five minutes to the hospital.
- Yes.
You heard her.
She said five minutes.
Right, she did.
Any longer than that, you take this lame-ass, you drag her out to the middle of the street and you shoot her! Deal.
How many shots? This is the first thing off the computer.
We're faxing for clarification.
- We're waiting on this guy's family? - Girlfriend.
I was told his family.
Can you answer me? I've got trains on the other side.
They need to come in.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Get up.
- I can't.
My head.
Why don't you have a driver's licence? Why are you grabbing me? I have a headache.
Could I get a pill? You don't have a licence cos you're not from Maryland.
Sure I am.
I live here.
- Since when? - What? - When did you move here? - I moved like three, four years ago.
- You moved here? - Well, yeah.
I wasn't born here.
You've got an ID from Maryland for six months.
- You're here for three or four years? - I applied for it way back Long ago.
I need that back.
You gave it to that black cop.
You moved from Chicago six months ago.
No, that isn't right.
No, I live on Charles and Cathedral Streets at the Clarion Hotel, you know? Er but I go to Chicago.
I've been going there back and forth.
- What does that say right there? - About what? You have a record in Chicago.
You said you had never been arrested.
It says that? - What were you charged with? - Look, this is my new shirt.
This is the only one that I got for job interviews.
I'm gonna wring your neck, if you don't tell me what you were charged with.
I never said I wasn't charged with anything.
I was never convicted.
OK, I've got more information coming from Chicago about this charge and the disposition of it.
- What is Diversey? - Diversey? - It's a place.
- In Chicago? It's on Belmont and Narragansett.
West Side.
It's a hospital.
They put you in the hospital for this charge? Yeah.
They found I wasn't responsible.
- For what? - I don't know.
They said it, not me.
It's a place for people with problems.
I had problems, but now I'm OK.
Tell me what the charge was for in Chicago.
They say I pushed someone.
You pushed somebody? OK.
In Chicago? - In the subway? - I don't know.
- But there is a subway in Chicago.
- I know.
They have a big one.
The doctors, they said I wasn't What's the word? Competent That I didn't know what I was doing, that I wasn't right, that I won't be ever.
I've got the papers that'll tell you back in my place.
Yeah, great.
Come on.
- But I need my jacket.
- Yeah, yeah, your jacket.
- You almost died? - On the job.
A stroke, phew! You're kinda young for one of those, aren't you? I get this hellacious headache, then I wake up with nurse's face in mine.
- Argh! Shit! - Again? Yeah.
Oh, God.
Why did he invent pain? - He OK? - He's good.
In that hospital bed, I'd think about that all the time.
God flashed you the answer? Cos we wouldn't know how good we have it otherwise? You never thought that? - Do you take me for a pervert? - You ain't got to be a pervert.
- Everybody thinks about that.
- Not me.
Never thought about making it with two women? At the same time, no.
You disappoint me.
Hey, is that her? No, false alarm.
She got red hair.
Even I could see that.
It looked brown for a second.
What's the cosmic reason for pain, huh? It's the one thing we have in common.
There are times I think A baby's born with somethin' real wrong, some disease, like AIDS This child is probably never gonna experience happiness.
But we know what that baby's feeling.
I told you about my brother having a bed and breakfast? Right, you did.
What is that? What is that for a grown man? He gets people in the morning when they're nice and pleasant.
You know, this is some resort area.
You know, so where's the the mumble-gru grumble-mumble? You know, come 5:00 quitting time, when your boss has pissed you off, and you're feelin' like throwing yourself and him off the roof you're not looking for an orange juice, a croissant.
You're ordering hard martinis with a couple of imported olives.
So who's the realist, me or my brother? Oh, God.
Oh, God invents pain, and man invents booze, and right now he can kiss my ass! We ain't never gonna find this woman.
I have that same feeling.
If you knew you was gonna go, who would you want to have there? You know what'd be fair? A day's notice.
To get all the bastards that put it to me.
There'd be a few personal scores settled.
Hey, hey, hey, that's her.
That's her! - Hey, Sara Flanigan? - Hey, Miss! - You're Sara Flanigan? - Why are you asking? Cops? - Are you Sara? - No.
We just need to talk to Sara Flanigan.
- What, she do something wrong? - No.
Sorry.
- You're sure you're not Sara? - I don't know who she is.
- "Sure you're not Sara"! - Hey, what? She's got brown hair, right? So I'm layin' there in that hospital bed.
- Oh, this is your stroke? - Right.
Every day, the nurse comes with this metal bowl.
Steel, aluminium, I don't know.
But it's cold.
Like right out of the freezer.
She says to me she wants she wants me to give a specimen.
You ever tried to take a crap laying flat on a bed? But there's a kicker because she has to watch while I'm doing it.
She has to write it all down.
How long it took.
How much it was.
What it weighed.
It's humiliating.
It pisses me off.
- I keep asking myself, "Why me?" - Do you believe in heaven? - Mr Lange, look at me.
- There's none for you! - Do I believe in an afterlife? - Yeah.
I mean, if there is I'm saying God invented pain, so I'm saying there is a God.
- Are you going to heaven? - Why, you want a priest? No, a priest would be, you know, puttin' the kabosh on my whatever good karma I got coming right now, you know.
OK.
Breathe.
Breathe deep.
Come on.
Mr Lange, I need you to breathe.
- You can do it.
Breathe.
- Ah, it's coming fast and furious now.
Breathe for me.
Breathe for me.
What's it feel like when you know it's all coming to an end? That guy in the subway, he knows he's going.
Yeah, I want to get shot, man.
That way it'd only hurt for a minute.
Let's say my grandmother dies, right? I go to the nursing home to sign the body to the funeral house.
I'm talking to the head nurse, her assistant is next to her, I'm thinking, "I could nail this chick.
" My grandmother dies and my smart monkey instinct tells me to procreate.
- It's all part of the grieving process.
- I don't know.
You tell me.
- He did this before? - In Chicago three years ago.
He pushed someone in a subway? He was sent to a nuthouse for 18 months, then released.
We're gonna get more specifics later on today.
You going to you gonna tell Lange? Tell him what? This was intentional? He's in a world of hurt.
He's dying, he knows it but he's still fighting it.
Would it help, telling him he was pushed? Wha what, an accident, he could accept that? - I don't know.
- He has a right to know, Frank.
- Would you want to know? - Yeah, wouldn't you? Biedron's complaining that he's hot.
I'm gonna send him to Hopkins.
I don't want to be responsible if anything happens to him.
- He's complaining he's hot? - Yeah, he's hot.
He's complaining he's hot.
- That guy pushed me, didn't he? - We're trying to figure that out.
- But you think he did? - Yes.
I was watching you and your partner talking.
I can read people.
Yeah.
- I'm a salesman, remember? - Right.
- Did I tell you that already? - Yeah.
Oh, wow.
Hey, I don't feel so good.
What's going on? It's really different than before.
- Blood pressure's dropping.
- Oh! Why did he push me? - I don't know.
- Heart rate's dropping.
- And she'll be here? - Don't you worry.
- BP is 80 over 50 and dropping.
- He's going.
Let's get him out of here! Let's move him! What's your name? - Heart rate is 50 and dropping.
- What is your name? Mr Lange, where are you at? Mr Lange, look at me.
The leaves on the sugar maple tree, when a storm is coming they'll turn over so the tree can take in the rain.
BP is 70, palp! - What's my name? - What? - They're asking me my name.
- John Lange.
- Your name is John Lange! - No, it's not.
- OK, guys, face.
- Watch it, come on.
You got him on here? I'm OK.
Nice and easy.
Watch the tubes.
Watch the tubes.
Don't pull out my tubes.
One, two, three.
We're clear, we're clear.
Lay him down nice and slow.
We're ready for you.
Nice and easy.
All right, he's looking pretty bad.
He's gone.
He's dead.
OK, it's all yours.
This is the same thing happened in Chicago.
It's the same crime.
He thinks we're not gonna find out.
Yeah.
Wild, isn't it? See you later.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You still got my ID.
I need that back.
You all right? Did you ever notice when a rain is coming leaves on a sugar maple will turn over? No.
Learn something new every day.
The guy, he says to me "I'm OK.
"