Desperate Measures Page #4

Excuse me.

I can't get to his hip|with his wrists shackled like that.

Can't you work around them?

Mr. Cassidy, we take the extraction|from the iliac crest...

which is at the base of the spine.

I insert an l.V. here.|I can't operate on him chained.

Unshackle him.

You a smoker, Doc?

Give him the Demoral right away.|Put him under.

Right.

Clear the room.

Where's my dad?

He'll be back.

- How you feeling?|- Sleepy.

He's breathing normally.

BIS is at 84.

- Is he out?|- Another minute.

- Is he out?|- A moment.

It's not dropping.

Check the probe.

I don't understand.|He's not responding to--

The laundry chute!

- Where does it go?|- Laundry. Basement. Help me here.

He's gone down the laundry chute|to the basement. Get people there.

- How did he get out of the restraints?|- The bastard dislocated his thumbs.

Come in, Frank.

- It's me.|- What's going on?

McCabe is loose. They're evacuating|the hospital. How's Matt?

He's got a little blood in his nose.|I thought you should know about it.

-His platelets are low. Where's Hawkins?|-I don't know. I haven't seen her.

Sh*t!

See if you can contact her.|I'll be there as soon as I can.

You're not going to get very far|on that leg.

Your concern is noted and appreciated.

I've got the blood trail again!

It starts here.

Looks like he's gone into the ER.

Go in through the ambulance bay.|I'm gonna go in through this door.

- We should both--|- Do as I say, now!

Move!

Get Dr. Gosha down here.|We need extra help. I'll take this man.

The burn unit's swamped.

I'll take care of you myself.

I'll need another ten of morphine.

Now, nurse! Go!

I'm waiting.|I'll be right back.

What's the matter? This is an emergency|room. You're standing around. Give it--

You shouldn't let her|yell at you like that.

You'll lose your self-respect.

Now, put that in my pocket.

Atta girl.

Hold it! Let her go!

Let her go now!

Doc, tell Frank what happens when|you take bone marrow from a dead man.

Tell him.

- Move all patients into the hallways.|- That's enough. Let her go.

Don't f*** with me|or she's dead.

Put the knife down.

I'm not afraid to die,|so I'm not afraid to kill her.

You understand that, don't you?|Tell him.

The moment he dies,|his marrow becomes ischemic.

Without oxygen, the cells die.|It becomes useless to Matt.

You will never get out of here,|so let her go.

I'm counting to five in my head.

Put your gun on the floor,|or your son's doctor will be dead.

Come on.|I already started counting.

I'm putting the gun down.

Talk to me.|Let's make a deal.

A deal? What kind of deal|can you give me?

Eternal life without|the possibility of parole?

Do me a favor.

Open that curtain for me.

If you even think about pulling that|trigger, I'll cut her f***ing head off.

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