City of Angels

I don't

I don't really pray...

but if you could just help me out here...

I promise...

105.

105?

Oh, my God! Okay.

Okay, run a bath, call the doctor.

Just run a bath, get her into the bath.

Dr. Carter, 655-...

Oh, he won't be there.

What is a thermometer? Mercury.

How does it even work? Maybe I can page him.

Susan. Susie.

Mommy needs you to get up now.

Cold. - I know, I know.

Okay, hang on.

Hang on.

Cold!

It just feels cold because you're so hot.

Susan. Susan, stay with me. Susan.

Susan!

[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

Has she been disoriented? Confused?

She said that she saw a man in her bedroom.

Are you cold?

Okay, swing it.

Move it, people. Is Room 2 clear?

Yes, it's clear.

Get her pressure.

Let's give her O2. Ten liters. : Yes, doctor.

Tap her right away.

How's her breathing?

No pulse or rhythm.

Are you God?

No.

My name is Seth.

Where are we going?

Home.

Can Mommy come?

No.

She won't understand.

She will...

someday.

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

What did you like best?

Pajamas.

She definitely knew what she liked.

Pajamas? Flannel, with feet.

Pajamas.

Excellent choice. What else?

In the elevator of the Bradbury Building...

a man touched a woman's bare skin by accident...

but it made her turn and look at him in such a way...

And they...?

- Yes. - Ah.

It was a good day.

Do you ever wonder what that would be like?

Touch?

No.

Yes, you do.

Occasionally. Yes.

Touch.

I'm not asking for it every night. Just twice a week.

Blue eyes. He's never going to leave her.

Twenty minutes. Everything in this damn city is 20 minutes.

It's never 20 minutes.

My ass on a stool all day. She gets the good chair.

Six pounds, four ounces. My daughter has a daughter.

$20,000 at 21 percent.

Pay it off with another card at 14 percent.

Oh, Shit!

Federal 595 heavy, slow immediately to match preceding aircraft. Over.

Jesus, wake up! Wake up!

The little girl asked me if she could be an angel.

They all want wings.

I never know what to say.

Tell them the truth.

Angels aren't human.

We were never human.

What if I just make her a little pair of wings out of paper?

Tell her the truth.

I told her.

And?

How did she take it?

She said, "What good would wings be if you couldn't feel wind on your face?"

: On the 101 through downtown L.A., no delays...

Shit! Jesus!

Get to work!

What do we got?

50-year-old male had a huge anterior wall Ml this morning. Collapsed while jogging.

Paramedics resuscitated him, but his EKG's pretty ugly.

He's hypertensive.

This diagonal looks tight.

Who cathed him?

Rosenberg.

- Be right in. The patient wants to meet you.

He's pretty out of it.

The doctor's here.

We're just going to cool to 32 today. - Okay.

Sucker.

Jimi.

Vein.

Kid started walking.

Three unassisted steps.

Get it on video? I wasn't even there.

You failed as a father already. How does that feel?

Retrograde on.

Come down to half flow, give me a little volume.

Down to half flow, here's your volume.

Ready to come off? Ready.

Let's come off.

We're coming down.

We're clamped and off bypass.

Oh, shit.

What are you missing?

Sponge.

Bummer.

Got it!

Thank you, everybody.

Presbyterian's on Line 2.

Watch his rhythm. It's gonna be irritable.

She's getting good, huh? She's getting that attitude too.

Getting an attitude?

Aw, shit! V-tac!

Christ! Paddles!

Kill the music. Get her back in here.

- Charge to 2. Charging 200.

Go, go, go. Dr. Rice.

Two hundred.

Ready. Clear.

Ready. Clear!

V-fib, no pressure.

You give him lidocaine? 100's gone in.

Buzz him again at 300.

Three hundred. Clear.

- Nothing. Start compression.

Kill the alarm!

Hold up. It's not working.

Gotta open him. How long to go back on?

It'll take me 10 minutes.

Come on. Nothing.

Knife.

Internal paddles. Charge to 20.

Ready. Twenty.

Hit it.

Nada. Go to 30.

- Thirty. Hit it.

No response.

Tom, I gotta get back on bypass here.

Almost there. Give me 7 more minutes.

Come on. Come on.

Don't do this. Come on.

He's going.

He's not going anywhere.

Come on, don't do this! Come on.

Damn it, come on!

Tom.

Come on! Come on.

Tom. Come on.

Mrs. Balford?

Where's the doctor?

- I'm the doctor. - Oh, I'm sorry.

I operated on your husband.

How is he?

He didn't survive.

What?

We were able to restore blood flow to the heart...

but he developed a lethal arrhythmia. We were unable to resuscitate him.

Wait. I'm sorry, I don't understand. A what?

I'm sorry.

But... But...

Do you...?

Excuse me. I'm sorry, I'm...

- What did you say? - He's...?

What?

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.

On the table, on my table. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. What happened? What happened?

A graft occlusion? What?

It was textbook. It was textbook.

I'm so sorry.

The room got so big. I was so small.

How did I get so small?

I should've gone back on.

I should've massaged longer.

I should've gone back on. I massaged longer. I lost it.

I lost it.

Have you ever been seen, Cassiel?

You're looking at me.

No, not by me, and not by the dying or the delirious.

Have you ever been seen...

like you were a man?

In a diner once, a blind woman turned to me all of a sudden...

and asked me to pass her the mustard.

- But she was blind. - But she knew I was there.

That doctor, in the operating room...