we're there.
it's ok, frank. we can call it. eighty- three.
no shit.
you should know. you pronounced him.
the chinese close in five minutes. beef lo mein. it's been on my mind since i woke. whatjathink?
turn here. you missed it. the chink is on 3rd.
some partner you are frank. i coulda walked there faster. i'm starving and you stop to talk to hookers. you're making me nuts. is that what you're trying to do, drag me down with you to nutsville?
oh no!--i just remembered.
i'm so stupid. i had beef lo mein last night. i can't eat the same thing two nights in a row. it's almost two o'clock, what the hell am i gonna do? what you getting?
oh yeah, you don't eat food.
coffee and whiskey, lucky you ain't dead with that diet. wait, i've got it. half fried chicken with fries. let's go, hurry up. come on.
turn it off.
you know what. the radio.
let's do it. it might be a good one.
that's what we're here for. come on, frank.
you're burned out.
you see, he's giving it to us anyway.
no! it's three o'clock. that can only mean one thing.
it's mr. oh. i'm not answering it.
four times this week i've had him. aren't there any other units out there? don't answer the radio. they'll give it to someone else.
look, frank, when i say don't answer it, that means answer it. you can do that for me at least. three zebra.
ten-four. don't go. not this time.
it's not our job to taxi drunks around.
someone's gonna die someday causa that bum, going to have a cardiac and the only medics will be taking care of mr. oh.
so what's different?
he's drunk.
he's fine. he can walk to the hospital.
don't start that. i've seen him walk. he walks better than me.
that's him, mr. oh. get up.
faster! god!
he's wasted. that's my diagnosis: shit-faced.
she's nuts. that's why he comes here. she encourages him.
time to switch. i wheel, you heal.
relax, will you.
you have no sick time, frank. no time of any kind. everyone knows that.
you take things too seriously. look at us, we're cruising around, talking, taking some quiet time, getting paid for it. we've got a good job here.
sure, i'm taking the captain's exam next year. after the kids are in school, louise can go back to the post office and, i thought, what the hell, i'll start my own medic service. out on the island the volunteers are becoming salaried municipal. it's just a matter of time and who you know. someday it's going to be chief larry calling the shots.
he's crazy.
he got you.
jesus, tom walls, that crazy motherfucker.
there's a double shooting three blocks- up. first and third. confirmed.
noel, let's go.
that's it! i can't do it anymore!
you're in the stomach!
you're in the stomach, man.
you're in the stomach! let me try.
stomach again.