:02:00
[Constance]
I think I got a pulse. I think.
:02:08
- Fuck!
- Nothing!
:02:11
- [Mishra] Give me an I. V. line.
- [Hazmat] Call X ray.
:02:13
- I. V. 's in. Give me epinephrine.
- How long has she been down?
:02:16
- [Constance] About ten minutes.
- Call respiratory.
:02:18
- Can I bother you for a cup of water?
- Can we get an X ray here?
:02:22
- [Voices Continue, Overlapping]
- Oh, my God.
:02:24
- I have eaten nothing but sand, O Lord.
- Stop compression.
:02:26
- I've waited so long.
- All right, status?
:02:29
- Can I please get some fucking water?
- Flatline!
:02:31
Jesus Christ! Who woke that guy up?
:02:33
- Come on.
- I've got nothing.
:02:35
[Hazmat] Shit.
:02:38
Are the parents here?
Someone's gonna have to tell 'em.
:02:49
Don't give me that look.
:02:51
- What look?
- You know, it's all over your face.
:02:53
That l-Just-Saved-
A-Little-Baby-Boy look.
:02:56
We just saved a little,
bouncin' baby boy.
:03:00
- Think of it that way.
- I don't wanna hear about it, okay?
:03:02
That's three jobs for the night.
It's over. Three jobs.
:03:04
Time for a drink.
Six a.m., the cocktail hour.
:03:07
So, pass the bottle.
I know you're holding.
:03:10
The bar is now open.
:03:13
I hate gin.
:03:16
You know, when I had that
little baby in my hands...
:03:18
I felt like I was 21 again.
:03:21
Call like that makes me wanna go back
to workin' three nights a week, not two.
:03:25
- Start runnin', cut down my drinkin'.
- I'll drink to that.
:03:29
Here's to the greatest job in the world.
:03:35
The greatest job in the world.
:03:37
[Love On Radio] 62-Young, I have
priorities holdin'. Pick up the radio.
:03:40
Don't do it, Marcus. Please.
:03:42
Tell her the bus died.
Tell her the radio's not working.
:03:44
Tell her our backs are out.
:03:46
Tell her... Tell her
we're too drunk to take any more calls.
:03:49
Okay?
:03:53
- Let's take it!
- No!
:03:55
62-Young, this is Marcus.
Only for you, baby! Only for you!
:03:59
- [Groaning]
- Keep it to yourself, Young.