more time.
One, two, three, pull!
You did your best. Let's get them to ICU.
Drop what you're doing
and follow me to ICU, OK?
- Eddie?
- Anybody know about choppers?
I am an expert in choppers.
The "Slicks", the Sikorskys,
all the Hueys:
The A, the B, the C, the D model,
Airwolf, Blue Thunder.
And this one, the Huey 500 D?
- I know it backwards and forwards.
- You wouldn't bullshit me?
- I wouldn't shit you.
- Let's see. Get in.
Well, I was a chopper mechanic
in the big Asian vacation.
Never got off the ground.
Fear of heights.
But if you put somebody behind that
stick, I can definitely show you how.
We've no more time.
We've got to evacuate the ICU.
Any volunteers?
Bring it on up. Easy now, easy.
Too much left pedal.
Ease your cyclic forward.
- My what?
- Your steering stick.
A little more collective.
Your up and down stick.
My dick?
- Hope he knows what he's doing.
- No sweat. He told me he owns one.
OK, that's it. Easy, up, up, up.
It's a piece of cake.
Slow. Oh, shit,
they're dusting your ass with 50s.
- Get off the trees!
- What?!
Down! Down!
- Are you freaking out down there?
- Rocket fire! Evade! Evade!
- Evade what? This ain't Vietnam!
- To the right.
- Are you fucking crazy?!
- Shit, they blew up my stash.
Oh, God, I'm out of drugs.
You stoned fuckhead,
how do I land?
Don't land! Back to base.
This pad's too fucking hot.
- What?
- Take it up.
- Don't land.
- The war's over, you fuckhead!
I'm gonna die in this motherfucker!
I'm gonna kill you.
Don't land! Don't land. Don't.
- Way to go!
- All right!
Thank God!
I'm going to grab his heart
and pull it out of his ass.
You get the Distinguished Flying Cross.
You got something for me?
You!
Help! Help!
It's gonna be fine. Yes, it's gonna be fine.
He's having a fit.
- It worked.
- Terrific.
I'm gonna wake up any minute
and laugh my head off.
You can't go to sleep now.
We've lots to do.
I've got to fix the generator, bail out the
basement. But your troops look wasted.
You go up to ER.
I'll take care of my troops.
- OK, thank you.
- OK.
- I'll be right back, Tommy.
- Don't forget about me.
- Well?
- These X-rays are meaningless.
- You want an artist's sketch.
- No. A CAT scan.
We can't do a scan.
There's no power upstairs.
Tommy Pinto has an epidural
haematoma of the spine.
The longer we wait,
the greater the risk of paralysis.
- He's jumping to conclusions.
- No, I'm not.
- We don't have the proper information.
- What else could it be?
It could be... Let's say for argument's
sake he needs an operation.
We don't have an operating room,
do we?
- We don't?
- Of course not. There's no power.
It's inconceivable to perform
that kind of delicate surgery
here in the emergency room, isn't it?
- Would you?
- No. I never have.
The air's filled with bacteria, germs.
It's not antiseptic.
We can't expose
the central nervous system to a lawsuit.
What if we can't restore power,
what if there's complications...?
- Wait!
- What are you talking about?
Doctors, act like doctors.
What's wrong with you?
Hey! Will somebody please tell me
what the hell is going on?
- Tommy?
- Please take a look at Tommy.
I know what I'm talking about.
He won't even look.
- It's not my domain. It's your domain.
- See? No!
- Yes, it is.
- I'm only the intern.
I'm a surgeon. I never talk to patients...
until after... before...
You have to go in there.
- I...?
- Oh, Dr Slattery! Dr Slattery!
No, listen. I'll go in. I'll look at him...
...alone.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Hey, Doc, how you doing?
So, how you doing, Tommy Pinto?
OK. So, what's the story here?
The story is,
you should've used a ladder.
Tommy, are you a diabetic? A diabetic?
- No.
- What's your favourite flavour?
- Red.
- Shoot! That's mine, too.
They just don't put enough reds in here.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
Hey, Doc, can you look at my legs
'cause I can't feel nothing.
That's bad, isn't it?