Desperate Measures Page #3

Sign for these.

These cigarettes are stale.

Tell that cop and his dead kid|I won't stand for stale cigarettes.

Sign the form.

Why'd they put him in prison?

- Did he kill people?|- Yes, he killed people.

He's going to be inside of me, Dad.|He's going to be a part of me.

Definitely not. Not him.

If you get blood from an old person,|will it turn you into an old person?

If we could pick and choose,|maybe we'd take somebody else.

I know.

Come on, defense.

Get those hands up.

Incoming.

I know who you are, McCabe.

- I can't get you no drugs.|- I don't want any drugs. I hate drugs.

But you can get me Narcan.

It's an anti-drug.

It's a counteractive use for ODs.

And I want it in an ampule.

Not a vile, an ampule.

Who's winning?

The program's too damn easy.

Give me Kasparov.

You know what? Get me "Deep Blue."|That ought to do it.

- Finish up. Lunch in 20.|- Right, sir.

This is Ed Fayne, the prison warden.|He'll take it from here.

Welcome.

This old building was the|original hospital, constructed in 1904.

1907.

It was made into a prison ward 10 years|ago when the new hospital was built.

You did your homework. Don't let the age|of the old girl fool you.

Our security is state of the art.

This building has|two-foot thick concrete walls.

An inch of rolled steel|over every entrance.

The whole place is computer controlled.

After the procedure, we'll move McCabe|to the prison wing in a special cell.

McCabe, R45237.

Have prisoner secured.

We're secured at this half. Check.

Matt, this will take about an hour.|Maybe we should get started?

Make it so.

Just relax. You'll be fine.

Partner, you do your thing now, okay?

I'm with you.

I know, Dad.

I love this city.|Don't you?

This procedure will greatly weaken|his immune system.

Until he gets McCabe's bone marrow...

I don't care how good he looks,|he's without defenses.

If he gets an infection,|it could kill him in a few hours.

Let them have his scent.

- Here's the paperwork.|- Right.

We've got live feeds|from three stations.

- Reporters are out front.|- Not now.

Everybody wants a statement.

How's Matt?

I'm Dr. Hawkins.|I'll be doing the extraction.

Nice to meet you. I'm sorry|I can't get up and greet you properly.

Pediatric oncologist.

- Where'd you go to medical school?|- Shut the f*** up, McCabe.

U.C.S.F.

- Do your men know where to go?|- In here until he's anesthetized.

Kellen is outside the door in pre-op,|Trimble in post-op.

- Let's get a gown on him, transfer him.|- No gown.

Unless you can put it on him|without removing the restraints.

Okay, let's get him to the table.

You're an attractive woman, Doctor.

Your competence, especially, is...

very appealing.

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