Trauma Page #3

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BOONE:

(on the phone)

It’s okay. We’re here. Just keep

going.

Fitch does. Four pumps of the chest. One breath. And again.

Boone and Tyler step out of the elevator.

BOONE (CONT’D)

Thanks.

Boone works and talks, checking Walker’s eyes. Pupils fixed

and pinned. He shoots a grim look to Tyler: “Not good.”

BOONE (CONT’D)

Epi, tubes and paddles.

Tyler pulls gear. Boone opens a LARGE SYRINGE, shoots up

Walker. Nothing. Not so gently, Boone tilts back Walker’s

head, opens up his mouth for the tube. Fitch hovers.

(CONTINUED)

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BOONE (CONT’D)

I need you to take the elevator

down for me. It’ll save time when

the others get here.

FITCH:

He gonna be okay?

BOONE:

We’re working on that.

Boone slides the long tube down Walker’s throat into his

airway. Fitch heads away. As soon as he’s on the elevator and

out of sight, Tyler pulls the DEFIBRILLATOR KIT.

14 EXT/INT. EMT HELICOPTER - DAY 14

Rotor takes the copter in an obscene turn around a

construction crane. Rabbit’s nodding his head in time to the

MUSIC churning through the sound system.

CLOSE UP:
RABBIT’S HANDS

Like a razor sharp coin, he twirls a SCALPEL through his

fingers.

15 EXT. TOP FLOOR - INCOMPLETE SKYSCRAPER - DAY 15

BOONE hits WALKER with the paddles. His already charred body,

arcs and twitches again. Then, nothing.

TYLER:

I don’t think more electricity’s

what this guy needs.

BOONE:

Yeah. I’m gonna call it. We don’t

need the copter.

A voice cuts across the open space.

NANCY:

He’s not dead until I say so.

Terry backing her up, Nancy strides to Walker. Her eyes eat

up every detail.

BOONE:

Be my guest Nance. Starting ‘em and

breaking ‘em is what you do best.

NANCY:

Epi?

BOONE:

Three times. De Fib, four. 25 on up

to 40.

(CONTINUED)

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Nancy begins loosening Walker’s clothes, checking pupils,

feeling his chest, fingertips, earlobes.

Suddenly, WIND washes over everyone. Lots and lots of wind.

RABBIT:

Hey Nancy!!

The helicopter hovers above. Like a tweaker Angel falling to

Earth, Rabbit sails down a zipline.

RABBIT (CONT’D)

Can you get this guy somewhat

alive? His ride’s here.

NANCY:

Oh God...

A flat out rock star, Rabbit heads on over.

RABBIT:

(checking his watch)

You got about four minutes until

brain death. His I mean. Hey Terry.

Rabbit points to Nancy and flashes a thumbs up.

NANCY:

I’m working here, Rabbit.

She pumps Walker with another syringe. Nothing.

RABBIT:

Oh... Obviously... Look, Nancy...

NANCY:

Back it off.

RABBIT:

Alright, could somebody check and

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