Believers Page #2

Copy that, 4-3-7.

- My mom is sick.

- Okay.

She said she couldn't breathe.

Ma'am? Can you hear me, ma'am?

Okay.

Come over here with me, sweetie.

- Tell me your name.

- Libby.

- Can you tell me your mother's name?

- Rebecca.

- And how are you? Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Okay. Don't worry, it's gonna be okay.

We're gonna be fine.

Dave, over here. We need the AED

on her. She's unresponsive.

Hurry, they're coming.

What do we got?

She's pulseless. Breathing is shallow.

She's burning up.

Dry as a bone, though.

Hang on a second.

I've never seen tattoos like them before.

What is that, algebra?

I don't know.

She's PEA.

Must be a druggie. People should

have a license to have kids.

Yeah. Let's get her on the rig.

- Oh, sh*t.

- She's coding.

Let's get that bag on her.

They're here.

- What's up with these guys?

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Leave her alone.

- Back away.

- Hey, relax, man. We're paramedics.

She has cardiac arrest.

- We're trying to save her.

- I said, step away.

- Put the guns down. Are you crazy?

- Look. You're making a big mistake.

- We're trying to save this girl.

- No.

Put your guns down, man.

What are you doing?

- Hey. Hey!

- No! No!

Did you hear? She's in cardiac arrest. If

we don't get her to a hospital, she'll die.

- And I told you to back up off of her.

- Get Rebecca and get her in the truck.

You're killing this woman right now

if you take her away.

- Get away now!

- Hey, hey, hold up. No.

Hold up, man. You're gonna kill her!

Get off...

What's wrong with you people?

You put her in that truck, she dies.

Hey. Hold it. Hold up. I'm sorry, but I'm

gonna have to take you guys with me.

- Hell, no.

- You're kidding, right?

Listen. We got a call.

We came out here, just doing our job.

We're paramedics. We're out of here.

There's no way we're going with you.

Yo, Vic, call this in, man.

Yeah, it's bullshit.

I'm gonna call somebody right here.

You motherfuck!

He f***ing shot me, Dave.

You shot my partner. What the f***?

Leaving you here

is not an option for me.

Okay, fine. We'll go with you, okay?

- Just put down the guns, please.

- F***. F***.

Stay down.

They didn't even

give her a chance, man.

Let me see your shoulder.

It's clean, in and out.

No talking.

Out of the truck.

Come on. Let's go.

- What the f***?

- Keep moving.

Be careful.

Okay, man. Watch your step.

Slowly.

Can't you see he needs help, man?

Motherfuck!

We'll tend to him

once you've been decontaminated.

What do you f***ing mean,

decontaminated?

We're freezing, G.

Okay, okay. I'm clean, I'm clean.

You motherf***er!

Hey, hey. Easy, easy.

I got it. I got it.

- How are you feeling?

- Like sh*t.

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