"Come on." "The problem is, our economy is slowing down." "You all know that as well as anybody does." "I bet you've got friends and maybe yourself understand what it means to have credit card debt." "When you couple that..." "There are some people beginning to feel pinched." "It makes sense." "To take control..." "John?" "Honey, what's wrong?" "Hey!" "Hey!" "What are you doing?" "That's my car." "That's not what the bank says." "That's my car!" "Come on!" "Yeah, try paying your bills." "Hey!" "What's going on?" "I'm sorry." "The bank promised they'd work with me." "John, that was two months ago." "I know, but we're down to one last month's rent." "It's either the car or the house, so I thought-- you thought." "You want them to throw us out on the street?" "I'm down to 20 hours at the plant." "They're shipping jobs to Mexico." "What do you want me to do?" "John, my car is gone." "I understand." "I'm trying to find a second job, baby." "You want me to say it's fine?" "All right, it's fine." "The car is still ours." "I got to wait for my next check." "In two weeks, we'll be fine." "Mikey!" "Yeah!" "Ronnie Coleman." "Mr. Olympia two year running." "Yeah!" "Sit down, honey." "Eat some breakfast." "I am eating." "A doughnut isn't breakfast." "It's the continental breakfast." "We're not on a continent right now." "Dad, what do you call North America?" "You're not going to school till you eat, so eat." "Both of you." "I can't believe those jerks took our car." "Can you, mom?" "No, I can't." "What are we going to do?" "You're going to do something, right, dad?" "You know what I'd do?" "I'd get so big and mad," "I'd just go crazy and kick someone's butt." "Watch your language." "I would." "You been watching too much of that ww wrestling." "Not wrestling, dad." "Bodybuilding." "There's a big difference." "Get your books." "You're going to be late." "Mike." "Pow!" "Hurry up, baby." "Can I get a ride to work?" "All right, I got a good one." "Go ahead." "Go ahead." "Radishes." "No, it's...." "Reddish stick." "It's "radio station."" "Radio station." "Okay." "That's a good one." "You got me." "Uh..." "Uh..." "Hon?" "Hundred dollars?" "No, we talked about it this morning." "Honinine?" "Continent." "Continent." "Got you, right?" "Mom?" "How about you, mom?" "No." "No." "Come on, baby." "You just laugh." "I don't like it." "I'm no good at it." "All right, something in the car." "We won't laugh at you." "Please?" "All right." "We can't know what you're saying." "You got to say it so we don't know." "Dashboard." "What?" "What did you say?" "I said..." "Dashboard." "Now." "Ha ha ha ha." "What?" "Hello." "Come get this woman, please." "What, it's no good?" "Ha ha ha ha." "Come on, come on." "Come on, baby." "I'll thumb-wrestle you." "Ha ha ha." "All right." "One, two, three." "One, two, three." "She wins." "Ding ding." "I am queen." "All right, I got one." "I got one for you." "You're going to school." "Dad." "Get your lunch." "Hey, dad, I got $46 I saved from my allowance." "You can have it if you want." "For our family." "We got to stick together, right?" "That's right." "But you earned that money, so keep it, okay?" "All right." "See you later." "All right." "Bye, Mike." "Not good-bye." "I hate good-bye." "Remember?" ""See you later."" "All right, see you later." "Mike!" "Flex Wheeler-- 275 pounds, 2% body fat." "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Yeah, baby." "John!" "You take my grinding wheel?" "What?" "You take my grinding wheel?" "I do, don't I?" "You do?" "Yeah, I have sex appeal." "No, it's not in my locker-- my grinding wheel." "Do you want mine?" "Only two people know the combination to my locker." "That's my grinder and you know it." "John!" "John!" "Smoke, all right?" "All right." "What's with the frigging tie?" "Somebody die?" "You like that?" "That's the tie I'm wearing to my funeral if I don't get this job at Otisville today." "There are no jobs." "I saw it in the classifieds." "They're hiring." "Forget about it." "I got to go." "Yeah?" "How come?" "Denise will kill me." "They repo'd our car." "Oh, boy." "Ouch." "You want me to go with you?" "Fifty cents!" "This is a frigging waste of time." "Four hundred people for one job?" "One job?" "Give me a break." "Guaranteed somebody's son, cousin, Uncle already got this job sewn up." "Bye-bye." "Why put it in the paper if they're not hiring?" "It's a frigging runaround." "You mark my words." "It's either, "we'll keep your application on file"" "or they'll tell you, "you're overqualified."" "Either way, they screw you." "Archibald." "Yes." "John." "I've been working heavy machinery for 15 years." "I really want the job." "Anything you want, I can do." "I see." "I can start today if you need." "Well, your resum is very impressive." "You've certainly got the experience." "Frankly, you may be overqualified." "We'll keep your application on file." "Dad, the game starts in 15 minutes." "We're going to be late." "psst." "Psst." "Whoo!" "Knock it out, baby!" "Knock it out!" "Come on!" "To the fence!" "To the fence!" "Come on, Tommy!" "Come on, Tommy!" "Whoo!" "Come on." "Ball four!" "All right, Tommy!" "Whoo!" "Whoo!" "Let's go, Mikey!" "Let's go, Mikey, let's go, baby." "Let's go, son." "Okay." "All right." "Knock it out!" "Knock it out!" "Keep your head down on the ball, son." "Knock it out for your mama, baby." "Come on, Mikey." "Come on, Mikey." "Come on, Mikey." "Sometime today, pitcher." "Come on, Mikey!" "Strike!" "Strike?" "What?" "Are you blind?" "Keep your head down on the ball!" "I hate this pitcher." "How old is he?" "Twelve." "Twelve, my ass." "His beard grew an inch between pitches." "Let's go, Mikey!" "Put your elbow up, son." "Elbow up." "Go!" "Go, baby!" "Go!" "There you go, baby!" "Safe!" "Tie goes to the runner." "Go!" "Go!" "Run!" "Run!" "Run!" "Run!" "Keep it going." "Let's go!" "Second base!" "Second base!" "Second base!" "Mike!" "Mike." "Mikey!" "Michael?" "Michael?" "Mikey, baby." "Somebody call an ambulance!" "Mikey." "Mikey." "Michael." "Somebody call a frigging ambulance!" "Get the door!" "Get the door, Jimmy." "Come on, let's go!" "I got it." "Take him, baby." "Give him to me." "Mikey, Mikey." "Come on, baby, it's mama." "Come on, Mikey." "We got to get out of here." "Mikey!" "Go!" "Help us!" "Help!" "Please, somebody." "Calm down." "He's not breathing." "He's not breathing." "All right, come with me." "He was just playing baseball, running to second base." "I don't know what happened." "I need a doctor right away, please!" "No." "Jesus." "Mikey?" "What happened?" "He collapsed playing baseball." "Let's get him on some oxygen." "He's going to be all right, isn't he?" "Anything like this ever happen before?" "No, ma'am." "Any allergies?" "Nothing." "Nothing!" "Allergies to medication?" "No, he's fine." "His liver's enlarged." "Flip him." "He's going to be all right, isn't he?" "Pulse is 150, pulse Ox 78%." "B.P. 68 over 34." "What is the matter with him?" "Would you come with me?" "There are procedures we need to go over." "What procedures?" "We're admitting your son." "You need to fill out the proper forms." "Your son may need a transfusion." "We'll need to test you both for blood type." "Mikey, we're coming right back, baby." "Wait a minute!" "First name, Mr. Archibald." "Uh, John." "Middle initial?" "Q. Quincy." "Name of your insurance company?" "John!" "Where is he?" "Is he okay?" "We don't know yet." "They're running tests." "We're waiting to find the results." "Anything we can do?" "Your card, Mr. Archibald." "Mikey's hat." "I'm sorry." "Your insurance card." "I'll need to make a copy for our files." "It's okay." "You can go in now." "Hey, sweetheart." "How you doing, slugger?" "I can't talk." "Don't worry about it." "Get your rest." "We're going to be out of here in a while." "Okay." "We love you, son." "I love you, too." "What is all this?" "This?" "This is so we can monitor Mike's vitals." "Respiratory rate, pulse oximetry, heart rate." "And this one is blood pressure-- diastolic and systolic." "We'd like this top number to stay above 90." "If his blood pressure drops, we're going to have to do something." "We can't have him going below 70 again." "Why?" "What would that mean, if he went below 70 again?" "70 and below, he's in heart failure." "Okay." "If you need anything." "Thank you." "How's the company insurance?" "He works part time." "She works as a grocery store clerk." "Can we do anything?" "I got to go." "Mr. and Mrs. Archibald." "Hello, I'm Rebecca Payne, hospital director." "Hi, there." "It's nice to meet you." "This is Dr. Turner, the head of cardiology and Michael's doctor." "Oh." "Okay." "How do you do?" "Good." "My wife." "Hello." "How's our boy doing?" "Please sit down." "Okay." "This X-ray shows a normal nine-year-old's heart." "This X-ray is that of your son Michael." "There are septal defects here, here, and here which have induced myopathy, resulting pulmonary edema, and malignant ventricular ectopy." "As you can see, Michael's heart is approximately three times larger than normal size." "I'm sorry." "Uh..." "I didn't understand what you said." "Could you put that in layman terms for me?" "Basically, there's not enough blood being pumped by Michael's heart, so it backs up in the lungs like a sponge getting wet." "His heart is trying, but it's working too hard." "What, does he need an operation, or..." "Well, we're considerably beyond corrective surgery," "Mr. and Mrs. Archibald." "Mike's heart is useless." "He's going to need a transplant or he's going to die." "Wait a second." "There are other options." "What options?" "To do nothing." "Medicate him." "Make him feel as comfortable as possible." "Start thinking about quality of life now." "I don't understand." "We were just with him, and he seemed fine." "He's going to seem fine, but as his heart gets worse, he will become increasingly fatigued, and he will sleep more and more, until one day he will fall asleep, and he won't wake up." "I know this is difficult, but you have to face the fact that your son may not live much longer." "You might want to make it a happy time, say good-bye." "God." "Transplantation is high-risk." "You could lose your son on that table." "You might not want to take that chance." "If you, you know, if he doesn't have the surgery..." "If he doesn't have the surgery, how long would he live?" "Not long." "Months, weeks." "Days." "Come on." "All right." "All right." "All right." "Come on, now." "I'm sorry." "This-- this is a lot." "All right." "Uh..." "Okay." "If he was your son, what would you do?" "I'd do the transplant, absolutely." "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay, let's do that." "Let's do it." "Yes?" "Yes." "Okay, first thing we've got to do is get Mike's name on the organ recipient list." "He's b-positive, so his name should go right to the top." "It's not so simple." "There are other considerations before a prospective recipient can be placed on a donor list." "Transplant surgery is very expensive." "In most cases, prohibitively so." "Oh, we got insurance, major medical." "He's covered." "We've already checked with your carrier." "There are no provisions in your policy for a procedure of this magnitude." "Oh, no, no, no, that's a mistake." "Not that you're making a mistake." "I'm just saying that I'm insured." "My son's covered." "Mrs. Archibald, do you have coverage?" "No." "I've only been at the supermarket a couple months, and you don't get benefits until-- doesn't matter." "We got insurance." "Okay, I can see here that you don't own your home." "You have no stocks, no bonds, no investments." "You have a little over $1,000 in savings." "But we got insurance." "That may be." "Check with your carrier." "In the meantime, we're going to have to treat this as a cash account." "What?" "How much does a transplant cost?" "Let me take care-- how much does it cost?" "Transplant surgery, doctors' fees, postoperative care, immunosuppressant drugs-- you're looking at a minimum of $250,000." "Wow." "If you opt for transplant surgery, that is your choice, but the hospital maintains a very strict policy with regard to cash patients." "We require a down payment before we put a patient's name on a receivers' list." "How much?" "30%--$75,000." "$75,000..." "To put my son's name on a list." "Our son is dying, and all you can do is talk about money?" "It costs money to provide health care." "It's expensive for you, it's expensive for us." "I'm sorry." "You're going to have to guarantee payment before I can put your son's name on the list." "Mr. and Mrs. Archibald, please wait!" "If you people don't want to treat our son, we'll take him over to county memorial." "You don't want to do that." "They have to treat him." "No." "Heart transplantation is always considered an elective procedure." "You're in the right place." "What are we supposed to do?" "Talk to your insurance company again." "Check with our human resources department for medical assistance." "There's money there." "There's children's state services and medicaid." "You find a way to keep him here." "You just don't take no for an answer." "Your policy has changed, Mr. Archibald." "Changed to what?" "Yeah, we've recently switched carriers from a PPO to an HMO." "It's a less expensive policy, but unfortunately, there are some restrictions." "What kind of restrictions?" "Here's how it works." "Non-management part-time employees such as yourself only qualify for second-tier catastrophic coverage." "No, no, I'm not part time, I'm full time." "It's just slow right now." "Sure, but your coverage is based on hours worked, and like I said, you only qualify for second tier, and that has a maximum payout limit of $20,000." "What?" "You have been taking money out of my check every week." "I've been paying into this policy for years." "That's why we're going to cover you for the full $20,000." "You're kidding me, right?" "I mean, come on." "Let me get this straight." "You have dropped me from full time to part time." "You switched carriers." "Now you're telling me I'm not fully covered even though I got a policy that says I am?" "It doesn't seem right, does it?" "No, it doesn't." "My son is very sick." "If I'm not covered, I got a serious problem." "I understand that, but there's nothing I can do." "Look, you can file an appeal." "Yeah?" "Here you go." "That takes about seven working days." "Says here you already have medical insurance." "Not enough." "What little we have is already used up." "You on welfare?" "No." "You should be on welfare." "Welfare?" "We both have jobs." "That's too bad." "I'm sorry." "I can't help you." "Try county medical." "Yes, ma'am, I need to speak to somebody in financial aid." "No, I don't want to hold." "I've been holding 15 minutes." "I don't want to hold." "What?" "Should I get another job?" "I'm not yelling." "Yes, you're yelling in here!" "Next, please." "Oh, wrong line." "Window 15." "What?" "Window 15." "no." "No what?" "No, you don't qualify." "My son is dying, I'm broke." "If I don't qualify, who the hell does?" "I'm sorry." "I don't need you to be sorry!" "I need you to help me!" "no, no, no, this is an appeal." "An appeal is for an already existing claim." "What you needed to file was a grievance." "You filed the wrong paperwork." "You're going to have to resubmit." "It could take 30 days." "I don't have 30 days." "I know." "I'm getting sick of the runaround." "What I need is my son's name on that list." "Your account is in excess of $30,000." "The hospital has bent over backwards to help you out." "Is that right?" "Yes, it is right." "But there is a limit to our generosity." "Once and for all, your insurance does not cover this." "Jimmy." "Take it." "Watch your step." "This thing is frigging heavy." "Get out of the way." "Friends..." ""You can't say that you're not going to pitch." ""Bernie frowned, puzzled by babe's answer..."" "Hey." "Let us pray." "God of mercy, into his hands your son Jesus Christ commended his spirit at his last hour." "Into those same hands, we commend your servant..." "You know, you should try that news guy does all them special investigative reports." "You know the one, the guy with the frigging hair?" "Pretty boy." "What's his name?" "Lampley." "Tuck Lampley." "Hey, I'll give you $20 for the TV." "It's a color TV." "Twenty dollars." "Call him up, Jimmy." "You don't mind if we walk and talk." "I'm up to here today." "Not at all." "What can I do you for?" "My son Mike, he fell into heart failure at this little league game." "I got full insurance from the job." "Now they're telling me they won't pay." "What about the hospital?" "Don't they have to cover it?" "That's what I was saying." "They're telling me I got to pay cash." "Otherwise I got to take my son home and watch him die." "We was thinking you can do one of them special interest pieces." "Send donations, write your congressman." "Anything you can do, Mr. Lampley, would help." "I think what's happening to your son is outrageous." "I want to help, but I got to run this by my producers." "I got bosses like everybody else." "Leave your number with Karen up front." "Okay." "Thank you very much." "Okay." "Give me $100." "Give me $100." "Come on, it's a diamond ring." "All right, $90." "Give me $90, then." "Hello." "He's going to die." "What?" "They're releasing him." "Who?" "Dr. Turner just left here, and they are releasing Mike this morning." "Baby, hold on." "They're not going to send him home." "I gave them money yesterday." "It doesn't matter." "Listen to me." "They are releasing him." "Baby, I talked to the hospital." "They said-- I'll take care of it." "John, you always take care of everything, but it's never enough, is it?" "You need to do something, do you hear me?" "Do something!" "You're doing great." "You've gained what, five pounds?" "Wow." "You're the only patient I have who eats the food in this place." "Doc, let me ask you something." "How long before I'm able to play tennis?" "You couldn't play before you had a new heart." "Take up knitting." "I play tennis." "We don't care." "Would you please get back to work?" "Thank you." "Make an appointment for us to have dinner next week." "I'm going to cook." "No, and you're not wearing lingerie around him the next month." "You're not in his will." "He told me." "Don't push your luck." "I gave the hospital $6,000 yesterday." "Can I talk to you?" "Yes, sure." "Okay." "Take care of him." "Take care." "Thank you." "My wife Denise says you're going to send Michael home." "Is that true?" "I'm a physician." "I don't make policy decisions." "That's handled by the board of trustees." "You're head of cardiac surgery." "You make a recommendation, they're going to listen, aren't they?" "I make recommendations all the time." "The final decision rests with the board, not me." "That's it?" "Send him home." "I'm afraid so." "Can we take a little walk?" "It won't take long, I promise you." "Fine." "Fine." "So I'm looking at the brochure last night." "It says this hospital does over 300 heart surgeries a year." "300 surgeries, $250,000 a pop." "You know how much that is?" "I did the math." "That's $75 million worth of heart surgeries." "You're telling me you can't do one for me in good faith?" "I waived my fee in your son's case." "Nobody asked you to waive the fee." "I can raise the money." "I already came up with $22,000, and I swear to God on my life I will pay for this if you just give me the opportunity." "I'm only getting 20 hours on the job." "I can do this." "I can pay." "I swear to God, I'll pay you the money back." "I don't know how, but I promise I will." "Just trust me." "I give you my word as a man." "Please." "Could you take your hands off me, please?" "I've done everything I can." "I'm sorry." "No." "Yes." "Let's go inside and talk about it." "Aah!" "I'm not asking anymore, doctor." "I'm telling you." "You are going to give my son a new heart, you understand me?" "Yes." "Yes." "Okay." "Um..." "Okay." "Don't move." "Don't move." "Don't." "Don't even think about it." "Okay." "Put your hands down." "Just put them down." "Mr. Archibald, I..." "Shut up." "I know how upset you are." "This is not the way to handle it." "You can't go through this way." "Put your ha-- put your hands up." "Put 'em up." "Put 'em up." "Oh, God." "Oh, God." "Give me your gun." "I don't have a gun." "They're not armed." "Okay." "All right, all right." "Put your hands down." "Sit down." "No, no, get up." "You fail to realize the jeopardy..." "Shut up!" "Shut up." "Don't move." "John, wait." "Wait." "Just stop." "Stop!" "Stop." "Stop!" "Just stop." "If you do this, you're on an irreversible course of action." "Put on the brakes and think about this." "We need to talk." "Mr. Archibald, I hope-- back up, please." "Do as he says." "What?" "Would you please back up?" "What are you doing?" "I'm not taking no for an answer." "Back up." "That guy's got a gun!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Stay right there." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey, what are you doing?" "Get back over there." "Sit on your hands." "Sit on your hands over there!" "Get over there!" "Turner, everybody, get down!" "Turner, get down!" "Sit on your hands!" "Put your hands under your butt!" "Don't anybody move." "Hey, what are you doing?" "I'm bleeding." "Trying to get my finger sewn back on." "Mr. Archibald, these people have nothing to do with this." "Let them go." "They need treatment." "This is a hospital." "You're a doctor." "Why don't you treat them?" "Start with him." "What's the matter, doctor?" "You want to see his insurance card first?" "I'll do it." "Okay, you do it." "Wait a minute." "I got a pregnant wife here." "Okay, all right." "Listen, all right, wait." "Listen, everybody." "Uh..." "All right." "Hey, the hospital's under new management now." "Yeah." "From now on, free health care for everybody." "How's that?" "Righteous, man." "Don't have to squeeze it like-- you crazy?" "What's your name?" "Max." "Max, you and Dr. Turner come with me." "You got keys for that elevator?" "Yeah." "Kill the power." "Turn it off." "Keep an eye on him, Max." "You got to sit still." "I can't do this with you moving around." "You remind me of doogie howser." "Hey, we were here before the black guy." "Everybody's going to get their turn." "We're not going anywhere." "Just sit tight." "You just relax, okay?" "Hello." "Hello." "Hello, is this hope memorial hospital?" "Yeah, emergency room." "Could you give me directions?" "I need to get over there." "No." "What?" "No, ma'am." "We're closed for repairs right now." "You're going to have to call-- this is an emergency!" "I understand that it's an emergency, ma'am." "Have you tried mount angel?" "That's too far." "I don't know how to get there." "My husband usually drives." "I'm going to need directions." "Which way are you coming from?" "Go down flower, make a right, go all the way to the end, make a left." "I'm asking you to do something." "You're welcome." "Miss, come from under there." "Hey." "Hey." "Hey!" "Come from out of there." "Come on out." " What?" "Go sit over there." "Unbelievable." "This place is a joke." "Good thing I'm not cut." "I'd bleed to death in this joint, am I right?" "Excuse me, brother man!" "No." "You need to do something, Steve, all right?" "You need to get your butt up!" "Steve, I want you to get up and do something." "Would you sit down?" "No!" "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "Hey!" "Whoa!" "Wait a minute." "Relax." "Don't have the baby yet." "When is it due?" "Any minute." "Okay, don't have it." "I'm having it." " Not yet." " Brother." "She's having a baby." "Hang on a second." "Excuse me, brother man." "Can you hang on?" "!" "The woman's having a baby!" "When is she going to see a doctor?" "Sit down!" "Señor!" "Sit down." "That's cool, man." "Dr. Klein!" "I'll be there in a minute." "You and me, we got no problems." "That's right." "Just stay in your seat." "I don't understand what you're saying, ma'am." "The ear?" "Ear infection?" "Can you help her with the ear infection?" " Me?" " You." "I can't." "Why not?" "I don't know anything." "It's my first day." "All right, everybody, in the other room." "Everybody, in the other room right now." "In other room." "They're going to take great care of you, I promise." "Okay?" "What?" "Open up!" "Open up." "We've got a gunshot victim out here." "He's lost a lot of blood." "Let's go." "Go to another hospital." "Let's go." "Open the door." "You know these guys?" "Yeah." "You sure?" "Yeah, they're here all the time." "Open the door." "Take your jacket off." "What?" "Open it up." "Take it off." "Just put it on the ground." "Just walk away." "Just leave them right there." "Go." "Go!" "Just go." "What's wrong with him?" "He got shot." "All right, come on." "Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute." "I want to see what's in that bag." "What happened to you, buddy?" "I gave them all the money in the register." "They shot me anyway." "Jesus Christ." "He needs to go into surgery right now." "Can I take him to trauma one?" "Okay." "Thanks." "What do we got?" "Gunshot wound to the belly." "Anything from the EMTS?" "No." "Dr. Turner, we're going to need your hand." "I just bought this suit." "Can you give me a hand?" "On three, two, one, lift." "Thank you." "Oh, no, I can't handle this." "This is a gut shot." "I'm a cardiac surgeon, not an emergency room physician." "It's like riding a bike, doctor." "Just pretend you're getting paid." "No, this is apples and oranges." "I can't." "The man is dying." "Help him." "I haven't done this-- do it!" "75 milligrams demerol I.V., Lidocaine 2% local." "I'll scrub now." "I'm putting him to sleep." "When I get out of here, I'm suing your security company." "What makes you sure you're getting out at all?" "Right behind you!" "Here we go." "You've got to stand behind the line, sir." "Move this out of here for me, please?" "Thank you very much." "Lieutenant, we got a real problem here." "This guy's in for the long haul--locked down the E.R., barricaded himself in, killed power in the elevators." "We can bust down the door, but this son of a bitch might start killing people." "There's two pinpoint cameras hidden in the E.R." "The hospital's own surveillance." "We got a video tap being set up." "Are you in charge of security?" "No." "Wally Pitoniak." "It's his day off." "Not anymore, it ain't." "Get him down here." "All right, can you get me a secure line?" "Lieutenant, we've got one of our guys inside." "He's got a walkie-talkie." "You might want to try this." "Put a clamp on all phone lines to the emergency room." "If this guy picks up the phone, I want him talking to me, okay?" "Done." "Now, who's in charge here?" "Rebecca Payne, sir." "It's her day off, too." "Jesus Christ, does anybody work at this hospital?" "It's Saturday, sir." "So what?" "People get sick on Saturday, don't they?" "Aah!" "Señor, señor, señor." "Yeah." "No cry." "No cry." "Yeah." "Aah!" "Mr. Archibald, I need to do an internal examination on her." "Where you going to take her?" "Examination room there." "Good." "Go." "Come on, baby." "Ohh." "Ohh!" "Whew." "Ohh, sh" "Just remember, it ain't your fault." "Excuse me." "I think my fianc e might have broken her arm." "I was wondering if we could get somebody to look at her." "Yeah, sure." "What happened?" "A drunk ran a red light-- ran a red light." "He slammed into us." "Right?" "Yep." "It was an accident." "Yes, it was." "This is the police department." "I'm speaking to the man in charge." "Please pick up the walkie-talkie." "The building is surrounded." "There's no way in or out." "If you hear me, I advise you to respond." "Hello?" "Hello, is anyone there?" "Yeah." "This is Lieutenant Frank Grimes of the Chicago Police Department." "Are you the man in charge?" "That's right." "Who am I speaking to?" "John..." "Q." "All right, John Q." "Again, I'm Lieutenant Grimes, but I want you to call me Frank." "Can you do that?" "Sure, Frank." "I'll be the hostage negotiator." "I've been a cop 35 years." "This is all I do." "I don't play games." "I don't fool around." "If I say something, you can take it to the bank." "Let's get down to it." "Is anybody hurt?" "It's an emergency room." "Everybody's hurt." "Oh, right." "They're fine." "Good." "As long as it stays that way, we can keep talking." "What is it you want?" "You find Rebecca Payne," "Hope Memorial's administrative supervisor." "You find her." "Tell her I want my kid's name on the donors' list." "You got that?" "My kid's name on the donors' list." "Kid boy or girl?" "A boy." "I got two boys myself, John." "Two girls and two boys." "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, don't handle me, Frank." "I don't want to be handled." "It insults my intelligence as a human being!" "Take it easy." "The idea is not to get too excited." "I'm going to take it any way I can get it, understand?" "If I don't get it, there's going to be some dead bodies on your hands in there." "You understand me?" "I hear you loud and clear." "I'm going to jot that down." "Rebecca Payne, right?" "All right." "Now, there's a lot of cops out here, John." "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" "Yeah, I'm sure." "All right, sit tight." "You're in a tough spot, John, a lot of trouble, but if you work with me, if you're reasonable, we'll figure a way out of this, okay?" "We have to have a little faith in one another." "Why is that, Frank?" "Why?" "Because that's what faith's all about-- believing when you don't want to believe." "Besides, what else are you going to do?" "I want my epidural." "Something for the pain." "Out!" "She'll be fine." "First child?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Just kind of nervous." "You know how it is." "Yeah, I was, too." "What do you want, a boy or a girl?" "Doesn't matter to me, man, as long as my kid's healthy." "That's all I want." "Listen, I didn't mean anything by that, man." "Who was driving?" "The car--who was driving?" "I was." "What's that got to do with anything?" "Why is your girl all banged up and you're not?" "What do you call this?" "Ha ha." "What are you laughing at?" "Somebody get this fool a band-aid." "I don't want you to bleed to death." "Ha ha." "Screw you, man." "That shit hurts." "His air bag went off and mine didn't." "What kind of car you drive?" "Mercedes 500." "You drive a Mercedes 500?" "What year?" "1986." "It's a classic." "Mercedes didn't make passenger-side air bags till 1988." "Busted." "What's your point, John?" "What's yours, Mitch?" "You from the slap-a-ho tribe." "You like to beat on that young lady, and everybody here knows it." "I was drunk, all right?" "Don't smoke in here." "Give me a break." "Work with me here." "I'm trying my best." "Mr. Q, could I get some water?" "And I need to tinkle." "I got missed-meal cramps." "I'm hungry." "Let's get a bucket of chicken or something." "In a minute, okay?" "How's it going in there?" "He's going to make it." "You have any idea how much blood this guy lost?" "It's incredible." "He saved this man's life." "What's that?" "Lasix." "It's a diuretic to help get rid of some of the fluid buildup." "But it's potassium-depleting, so he needs this one to supplement." "And those?" "Dopamine for his blood pressure, dig for his heart, primacor." "Gosh, it seems like so much." "Yeah, it's a lot." "This is antibiotic." "What for?" "It's prophylactic, just in case." "And those?" "These two?" "They're for pain." "I don't feel so good." "This is going to make you feel yucky for a few minutes, buddy, but I'm going to get you some of those crunchy ice chips that you want." "How does that sound?" "Yeah." "Hey, Mike, by the way, there was this guy, he stopped by to see you." "He said he was a friend of yours." "I got him right here." "I didn't know if I should let him in or not." "What do you think?" "Yeah, he's okay." "He's okay?" "Said he wanted to hang out with you." "He's okay." "That's great." "Okay." "Thank you." "Oh, my baby!" "Let me hold my baby!" "Let me hold my baby!" "Mom?" "Is dad coming?" "Yeah, he's coming." "When?" "Where is he?" "I don't know, but he's coming." "What are you up to?" "Never mind me." "You're worthless." "You should have zapped the bastard when you had the chance." "With what?" "Besides, I'm not sticking my neck on the line." "Not for $8.50 an hour, I'm not." "Pay dirt." "Are you nuts?" "What the hell are you doing?" "Looking out for number one." "You want to stay alive, sit tight and wait for the cavalry to get here." "The cops are coming in shooting." "They don't care about his kid." "Once he realizes that, we're all history." "If he catches you with that scalpel, you're the one that's history, asshole." "Really?" "He doesn't look so bad to me." ""Ethyl chloride." Just like mace." "Listen, put that stuff back before you get us in trouble." "No, you listen, you stupid rent-a-cop." "I am not a slob, all right?" "I have a life." "It means something to me." "I'm not going down in this shithole." "No, sir." "Back it up." "Behind the barricade." "Ho!" "Ho!" "Hey, hey." "How are you?" "How you all doing?" "Good, good." "How are you?" "How are you?" "Hey, how are you, fellas?" "Is it true the man inside wants an operation for his son?" "Hey, how you doing?" "Everything good?" "Good to see you." "Do you know what kind of weapon he has?" "I'll let you know when I know, okay?" "You'll be the first." "Okay?" "I'll let you know later." "Gus." "How are you doing, Frank?" "It's hot." "Yeah, it is." "A little early for artillery, isn't it?" "Well, maybe." "Maybe not." "You should tell me." "What's going on?" "You're looking at it." "A very upset father inside." "We'll give him a couple minutes to cool off." "Let's not give him too much time." "Let's just end this quick and quiet, okay?" "That's the plan." "Good." "Good." "In that case, I'm just here to lend my support in any way that I can." "I don't need a babysitter on this." "It's under control." "Is it?" "Yes, it is." "All right." "Can't have people running around the street using guns, Frank." "Makes it look like the city's unsafe." "Besides, I got to be here." "Police chief doesn't show up, looks like he's asleep at the wheel." "Just stay out of my way." "The TV cameras are over there." "They should make you feel right at home." "Right." "Why don't you just relax?" "Why don't you just relax?" "Why can't you relax?" "I'm fine." "Why don't you just do your job?" "I'm doing my job." "We're both cops, right?" "We're on the same side." "Right." "Right." "Right?" "Okay." "It's good to see you." "Thanks." "Hello." "Yes, Mr. Mayor." "I'll see you in a little bit." "No, we got it." "Okay, I got it." "How are you?" "The old man, looking for his depends." "He leave them here?" "I don't understand why they never found it, the doctors." "My son has had clean checkups every year since the day he was born." "How could the doctors not pick it up?" "He might not have been tested thoroughly enough." "Why not?" "You got an HMO, right?" "Yeah." "There's your answer." "HMOs pay their doctors not to test." "It's their way of keeping costs down." "Say Mike did need additional testing and insurance says they won't cover them." "The doctor keeps his mouth shut, and come Christmas, the hmo sends the doctor a fat-ass bonus check." "Is that true?" "Possible." "Not likely, but possible." "These doctors may have known what was wrong with my son, and they could have treated him all along?" "Who knows?" "I don't know, John." "Don't take this personal, doc." "You're a bunch of crooks." "You don't know what you're talking about." "What about that thing you take?" "The thing?" "That promise." "It's called the hippocratic oath." "More like the hypocritical oath." "How's it go, doc?" ""I solemnly swear to take care of the sick and damn-near-dying, unless they ain't got major medical."" "Something like that?" "You've got it perfectly." "It's funny, but it's not far from the truth." "This shit happens all the time." "Paramedics bring in some accident victim." "When the boys in accounting find out they can't pay, they send them packing." "Hospitals can't turn people away." "Isn't there laws against that?" "There's also ways around those laws." "We have to stabilize them." "After that, we're off the hook." "That's not how it works." "That's exactly how it works." "Maybe not on the fifth floor, but in here if you don't have money, you get a band-aid, a foot in the ass, and you're out the door." "Enough already." "I've heard all the bitching and moaning" "I can stand for one day." "Look, if you all want to regard me as some kind of blood-sucking vampire, then fine." "I'll be the bad guy." "But who's holding the fucking gun?" "Sir?" "Lieutenant!" "Hello?" "Hello." "John, this is Frank Grimes." "The line is clipped." "You pick up the phone, you get me, okay?" "Now, what can I do for you?" "What's going on with the list?" "I'm working on it, but I need some time." "Time I don't have, Frank." "Let's talk about the hostages." "Let's talk about them." "What do you want to know?" "What's going on in there?" "How are they?" "They're fine." "They're full." "We're eating candy bars and discussing HMOs." "We're sitting here waiting for you." "I want you to let some of them go." "For what?" "I do for you, you do for me." "Show some good faith." "A lot of nervous people out here, John." "Make everybody breathe a lot easier if we saw some happy faces." "I'll do for you when you start doing for me." "Lieutenant!" "...kid's name on that list." "I'm not kidding around." "Good faith." "Good faith only takes you so far..." "What's the name?" "...merit system." "So far, you haven't earned any points." "I need to talk to you." "This woman is six centimeters dilated." "The baby is breeched." "I've medicated her, but we have to move her to maternity immediately." "John?" "Hang on, Frank." "Right down here." "What the hell is going on?" "Do you know this man?" "John Archibald." "He has a son here in ICU." "Put people on the door." "Find the mother." "I need to talk to her." "Are you there, Frank?" "I'm here, John." "I'm here." "I changed my mind, all right?" "I'm going to let some of the hostages go." "That's the right thing." "But when I do, the clock starts, you understand?" "It's 4:15." "You got one hour." "You got till 5:15, you understand, Frank?" "If my boy's not on that list by 5:15, somebody in here is going to die." "Don't be stupid." "5:15, Frank. 5-1-5, something happens for me!" "Got it." "You're a cop." "Call the coroner." "This is bad, Frank." "This has just got to go away." "All right, Miriam..." "And rosa." "Yes?" "Vamos." "Let's go." "Mr. Archibald, please let my husband come with me." "I need you to get out of here." "I will be okay." "Just go." "Shit, I'll go." "I'm free." "Steve, baby, no, please." "What kind of man are you?" "Screw you, Tyrone." "What?" "Screw me, Tyrone?" "Wait a second." "Screw me?" "Wait a minute, all right?" "Just relax." "Aah!" "Yeah, that's right, tough guy." "Julie, baby, get the gun!" "Come on!" "Go over there and pick up that gun." "Shoot him!" "Shoot him right in the face, Julie!" "Right in the face!" "Get up!" "Get the gun!" "There you go, baby." "What are you--are you crazy?" "What are you doing?" "Come on now!" "Aah!" "Max, you got cuffs?" "Yeah." "Oh, God!" "You stupid bitch!" "That's for beating the shit out of me!" "And that's for being an asshole!" "Heh heh ha ha." "And this, this is for calling me a bitch!" "Ohh!" "I felt that one." "And I'm not going to be your Barbie anymore!" "Goddamn!" "All that ass and muscles to go with it." "I knew damn well you wasn't no blonde." "Give them to me." "Mitch!" "Look at me!" "Come here." "Let's go, both of you." "Whatever happens," "I want you to know everything's going to be okay." "You understand me?" "Yes." "Don't worry." "Don't worry about anything." "I'll always be there for you, baby." "Don't shoot!" "I'm letting some hostages go!" "Don't shoot!" "All right, Steve." "You, too." "Let's go, both of you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Muchas gracias, señor." "Thank you, Mr. Archibald." "That's right." "You, too." "Take care of his ear." "The gunman has just freed several hostage, who will immediately be debriefed by members of the crisis team." "Will the man known as John Q get a heart for his little boy?" "Only time will tell." "From Hope Memorial hospital, I'm Tuck Lampley." "Is it true an ambulance dropped off a gunshot victim after the gunman took over?" "He unlocked the door and he let him inside!" "Can you comment?" "The man was critically injured." "If he hadn't let him in, he would have died." "Ma'am, are you all right?" "Oh, yeah, I feel good." "We're having a baby!" "Ma'am, any comments about the gunman?" "John Q very good man." "The gunman?" "Very good man!" "They got a camera." "They're watching a video feed." "How do you know?" "They're looking at something." "Can you get it?" "Boss, if they got it, I can get it." "You give in, there's going to be guns in every hospital in the country." "You think Archibald's the only one who has a sick child?" "Have you checked the HIV ward?" "There's a whole floor full." "People get sick." "They die." "That's the way it goes." "I'm faced with decisions like this every day." "There's a man threatening to kill innocent people because you refused to help his son." "There are 50 million people in this country without medical insurance." "If you'd like to change it, call your congressman." "Excuse me." "Why don't we just tell him his son's name is on the list?" "Doesn't that make sense?" "How's he going to know, anyway?" "Sir?" "Pardon me." "Can you come take a look at this?" "Sarge, chief Monroe, this is Wally pitoniak, head of security." "Nice to meet you." "I got your spot." "Here's your sight." "That's going to be your perch." "The x there, that's your phone." "Which phone?" "Bring it up, Jeff." "The phone right there." "It is, Tom, but Chief Monroe maintains the police will do whatever is necessary to preserve the lives and safety of these hostages." "Thanks." "This country." "Can't go anywhere anymore without getting mugged or murdered or stabbed." "Kids killing their classmates, drive-bys." "I won't even go into a post office anymore." "Shut up, Mitch." "You shut up." "I hate the little bastard, but he's right." "You know how easy it is to get a gun?" "Five minutes." "Gun show." "Boom." "I understand your kid is sick, John, but what makes him better than me?" "I got a life, too." "But you got insurance." "So what, are you going to shoot me?" "That's what you're telling the cops." "If your son doesn't get the very first heart available, we all die." "How's it going to end, John?" "What's your move?" "I got no moves, okay?" "I don't know what I'm going to do." "I'm..." "I'm waiting on a miracle, okay?" "I'm waiting on an act of God." "Mrs. Archibald?" "Could we have a word with you, please?" "This is all my fault." "When the hospital told me they were releasing Mikey," "I called John, and I yelled at him and told him to do something, anything." "But I never thought" "I understand." "Is he a violent man, Mrs. Archibald?" "No!" "No, he's sweet and gentle." "He wouldn't hurt a fly." "That's not what he's saying." "He's talking about killing people." "Now, I may be fishing here, but has he spent any time in the military or anything like that?" "What is this?" "What?" "Oh, I see what's going on here." "You're trying to get me to say something that you can use against my husband." "He's in a lot of trouble." "We're going to need you to talk to him." "Let's get something straight, mister." "You cannot use me to build a case against my husband." "I support him in everything that he does." "I'm on his side, not yours." "Mrs. Archibald-- and you don't talk to me!" "I would tell you what I think of you but I'm a Christian woman." "Now you two leave me alone." "I have a sick child to look after." "I've decided to put Michael's name on the recipient list." "The hospital will pay for everything." "Really?" "Really." "Thank you." "Oh, God, thank you." "You're good." "Excuse me?" "Quite the performance." "What are you talking about?" "Comforting embrace, sincere look." "For a minute, I actually believed you cared." "We go now to hope memorial hospital, live--Tuck Lampley." "As you can see, the crowd in front of hope memorial is growing." "The S.W.A.T. Team has arrived." "The situation is becoming tense." "Standing next to me is James Palumbo, friend of John Archibald." "Mr. Palumbo, what can you tell us about John Archibald?" "You know, um, I got to be honest, Tuck." "I mean, this whole thing, uh, sucks, you know?" "It all could have been avoided so incredibly easy." "I mean, uh, none of this had to happen if John had been a millionaire or if his last name was Rockefeller, but sometimes John don't get it." "He don't understand that what we hold sacred in this country isn't values." "It's value that's important." "We got haves, we got have-nots." "We've got white collar, blue collar, and no collar." "Inside there we got surgery, outpatient surgery, out-of-luck surgery." "There's a lot of people out there who don't got 250 grand in their billfold." "To shame a man like that and back him into a corner..." "Seems to me that something is out of whack, not someone." "But, hey, what do I know?" "I'm--I'm a factory worker." "Well, I can see this is making you very upset, but if you could speak to John Q right now, what would you say to him?" "I'm there with you, and you take care." "That's one man's opinion." "Live at the crisis at Hope Memorial, this is Tuck Lampley." "What's going on?" "Where's everybody?" "We're sending one of our guys in through the air duct." "Now, if we can get the target to this phone, we got a clear shot." "Is that right?" "Yes, Lieutenant, that is right." "When you're ready, chief." "Gus!" "My wife's calling." "Worse, chief." "It's father time." "Come over here!" "Not one word, Frank." "I don't want to hear it." "You son of a bitch, you're going behind my back!" "What do you want?" "Look at the clock!" "Look at your watch!" "At a quarter after, he's going to start killing people..." "This is so goddamned stupid!" "Oh, really?" "What's your great idea?" "There are no great ideas, especially this!" "I got a shot at this guy." "I'm going to take it." "You know the drill." "Always take the open shot." "The wife has agreed to speak to him." "Let her talk him down." "That's exactly what I'm going to do." "You used the wife to set him up?" "I'm going to use whatever works." "Let me paint a picture for you." "We have a lose/lose." "This guy starts whacking hostages, that's bad." "If we give into this asshole, it's also bad." "Bad for who?" "Everybody." "Me, you, everybody." "It's an election year." "However it goes down, this guy's not going to make it." "So you kill him, that's a P.R. Bonanza?" "I can live with one dead bad guy." "What I can't live with is one innocent person being hurt, not one, not on my watch." "You know what, Frank?" "You're out." "I'm out?" "You're officially relieved of duty." "I'm going to handle this now." "You?" "Yeah, me." "You think it's my first time around the dance floor?" "How do you think I got these?" "And watch it." "I got a lot of pressure on me." "There's a lot of eyes watching." "Someone's got to make the call." "You're not going to do it, are you?" "I'll do it." "What about the hostages, the human beings?" "Better keep their heads down." "Great." "What is it?" "The air conditioning just turned off." "I'm counting on you." "Don't let me down, okay?" "I'll call you!" "Right on." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "Don't touch me!" "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "Thank you." "Tuck Lampley, channel 8?" "Right." "You got it." "Thanks, officer!" "Excuse me." "Whoo!" "Where's my picture?" "I just got to unscramble the police encryption." "Hurry." "I got a contact in cardiology." "The cops are going to set up a call between this guy and his wife." "Are you with the wife?" "All right, let's patch it through." "Hello." "Hello." "This better be good, Frank." "John?" "John?" "Denise?" "God, baby." "Yeah." "We're on the list." "What?" "Payne just left here." "Mikey's name is on the list." "Baby, you did it." "What?" "We're on the list?" "Okay." "Wow." "Ha ha ha ha." "Oh, wow." "This is great, baby." "We're--yeah!" "Oh, we got sound." "Good, but where's the video?" "I need picture." "Hang on." "I'm going to make you really famous." "Wow, I'm just-- I'm, uh..." "That's great, baby." "How's Mikey doing?" "Not too good." "I think he's going away." "What?" "Yeah." "They've done everything they can for him, but he keeps getting worse and worse." "Oh, God." "Our poor baby." "Are you praying for him, John?" "Are you praying for our baby?" "Yes, I'm praying, sweetheart." "You know I am." "Checkmate." "This is the white rook." "Copy." "I copy, white rook." "It's going to be all right, sweetheart." "Listen to me." "He's going to make it." "I swear on my life, he's going to make it." "You understand me?" "Okay." "You just got to believe me, you understand?" "I believe." "Is he awake?" "Is Mikey awake?" "Can I talk to him?" "Hold on." "Oh, my God." "We got it!" "Boss!" "The video's online." "You are a genius." "You are beautiful." "What are you doing standing around?" "Move your ass!" "This is it!" "Thank you." "Freddy, I swear to God" "Nigel, you're moving like lava." "Hustle." "How's my hair?" "Never mind." "Let's get this." "And three, two, one." "This is Tuck Lampley, live at Hope Memorial hospital, bringing you exclusive coverage between a father and his son he's fighting most desperately to save." "Honey?" "It's your dad." "He's on the phone." "Hello?" "Champ." "How's my boy, huh?" "You hanging in there?" "Uh-huh." "How are you?" "Oh, I'm-- what do you mean, how am I?" "I'm good." "I'm--I'm--I'm-- don't worry about me." "I'm good." "How come you're not here, dad?" "Well, I'm, uh..." "I'm tied up, Mikey." "I can't get away now." "But I'm close, real close to you." "Mom says I need a new heart." "Yeah, that's right, champ." "You do." "But what's wrong with my heart?" "There's nothing wrong." "There's nothing wrong." "It's just that you..." "You just need a-- they're going to-- you need a strong-- you got to get a better heart to be stronger, that's all." "They're giving you a new one that's going to make you real strong." "Okay." "Okay?" "Hey, dad?" "Yeah?" "Am I going to die?" "No, you're not going to die." "Of course not." "How do you know?" "Hey, what--what good would the world be without you?" "Oh, my God." "This is the greatest thing I've ever seen." "Without you there is no world." "This is my White Bronco." "Hey, Mike." "Yeah?" "Listen to me." "On your command." "You know I love you, don't you?" "You know how proud I am of you?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I just wanted to make sure you know that." "I just wanted to tell you that in case I forgot." "Take the shot." "It's not clear." "Holding." "Hey, why don't you give me one of those Chris Cormeirs?" "Yeah." "Oh, yeah." "Chris Cormeir." "He's great." "He's great and so are you, baby." "I love you, dad." "Okay, son." "I'll talk to you later, okay?" "With all my heart, son, I love you." "I love you, too, dad." "Oh, shit!" "John!" "You're on TV, man." "Channel 8." "Somebody help me!" "He's down." "We got him." "He's down." "He's not down." "Goddamn it!" "Command." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "This is very bad, Gus." "Sir?" "Not now." "No, it's the mayor, sir." "We better kill this video feed." "The press hacked into our signal." "This whole thing went out live over national television." "Mikey's not going to make it." "What about the list?" "What list?" "They're shooting at me, shooting at us." "They're not going to help my son." "The sniper gained access to the hospital through the venti-- you gonna bust me?" "Out." "You just shot an innocent man on prime-time TV." "We want to see John!" "Where's grimes?" "Hang in there, man!" "Where's Lieutenant Grimes?" "All right." "All right what?" "All right, let's go see what he wants." "You've got to be kidding." "Don't start breaking my balls." "I screwed up." "I need you to save my ass." "I really stepped in shit." "Please, Frank." "Come on, I'll buy you a steak." "Peking duck." "Peking duck." "Yeah." "Let's go." "You got it." "A-R-C-H-I-B-A-L-D." "Yeah, yeah, I'm faxing you all the stuff right now." "Come over here." "On this side." "Hold your fire!" "Don't fire." "Turn them down." "There's a lot of cameras." "I don't want anybody doing anything." "Who's that with you?" "Sergeant..." "Moody!" "Police Chief Monroe." "What's going on here, John?" "He's got no pants on!" "You lied to me, Lieutenant." "You said you were going to call me back, but you didn't." "I gave you your hostages, but you didn't call me back." "Why?" "Because you want me dead." "Nobody wants to kill you, John." "Nobody wants to kill you." "Nobody wants to kill me?" "No." "Nobody." "None of these guys?" "Not him?" "No." "Oh, okay." "What is this?" "What is this?" "What did you think would happen?" "You want truth?" "Here's some truth." "This is going to end up bad for you, John." "There's only two ways out of here-- jail or dead." "My son is very sick and he needs some help." "I understand." "It's hard to be a man these days, hard to know what the right thing is." "But put the gun down, John." "You're not hearing me, Frank!" "My son is sick!" "That's it!" "There's nothing else." "End of story." "When people are sick, they deserve a little help." "Yeah!" "Sick, help." "Sick, help." "I am not going to bury my son!" "My son is going to bury me." "You think these people give a shit about you?" "They don't." "You're just the cause of the moment." "Nobody cares, John." "That's the real truth." "Nobody cares." "Only you." "And it's only you and me out here and all these guns pointed at you." "What do you want to do?" "It's your call." "I want my son." "I want my son inside with me." "Can't do it, John!" "You give me my boy, I give you your sniper." "Then it's all over." "You bring my son," "I give up, everybody goes home..." "Everybody's safe." "You bring me my son." "Come on." "All right." "What do you think, Frank?" "Give it to him." "He's not going to hurt anybody with his boy in there." "The object is to get hostages out, not bring them in." "It's not a hostage." "It's his son." "Have all these people been on the news?" "It's your call, Frank." "Yeah." "All right, give it to him." "Hold it!" "No, listen to me listen to me." "I'm his mother." "I need to be in there!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Stop right there!" "Stop!" "Go!" "Go!" "Beat it!" "Go!" "Now!" "Go!" "Go!" "Go!" "We're in trouble, John." "Mike's blood pressure has dropped into the mid-40s." "His atrial blood pressure should be in the low teens." "It's 35." "I'm sorry, John." "Without a new heart, he's not going to make it." "Okay." "Then take mine." "What?" "You heard me." "Take my heart, and you put it in Mike." "You done lost your damn mind." "You can't be serious." "You bet I'm serious." "I'm dead serious." "Oh, my God." "Wow." "Man, you'll be dead." "And my son will live." "It's the only way." "No, physically, you can't do this." "Yes, I can." "I kill myself." "You open me up, you take my heart." "It's perfect." "That's crazy." "We can't just remove your heart and put it into Michael's body." "Matching donor and recipient is extremely complicated." "There are critical tests that have to be taken-- cross matches for blood type, chest cavity measurements." "If both blood tissues are not completely compatible" "I know about compatibility." "We've been tested up the wazoo." "We're both b-positive." "Our tissues match." "His heart's three times the size of normal, so mine will fit." "You know damn well we're compatible." "Out of the question." "Too risky." "Doc, I'm telling you, he will make it!" "Can't do it." "If I'm laying on the floor, dead, you're not going to take my heart and save his life?" "You'll let two die instead of one because of a technicality?" "I think what John is trying to do is right." "Me, too." "It's so brave." "What do you think Mike would want?" "Your wife?" "Mike's too young to know what's good for him." "It's my job to protect him." "Denise would do the same thing." "John, look, I know what's happening to Mike is bad." "Matter of fact, it's the worst." "But killing yourself ain't going to solve a damn thing." "Sometimes you just got to let go and let God..." "Just accept it, brother." "Accept it?" "Accept what?" "Accept what?" "That Mike is going to die." "No." "No, I don't accept that..." "Ever." "No, I reject that out of hand." "I mean, look, all right, he's a patient to you," "I understand, but if you-- he's a good kid." "I mean, he's-- he loves bodybuilding." "He wants to be a bodybuilder." "Can you believe that?" "He's funny, he's-- you'd like him." "You'd like him, doc, if you got to know him." "I do like him." "Then, please, I'm just begging you, step outside the rules." "I'd like to, John, I really would, but what you're asking crosses the line." "It is completely unethical." "I'm crossing the line?" "You're crossing the line." "The whole system is crossing the line." "Maybe you don't understand what I'm talking about." "I don't give a damn." "My son's going to live." "Maybe you haven't figured that out by now." "I'll do whatever I got to do for him to live." "What are you going to do, shoot me if I don't operate?" "No." "I'm going to kill myself." "All right?" "Let's just see what happens." "That's what this is all about, right?" "He needs a donor." "Somebody's got to die for him to live." "I'm his father." "It's me." "All right." "All right?" "All right what?" "I'll do it." "You're going to let him kill himself?" "Once he's dead, why not?" "You are the finest surgeon I have ever known." "You cannot throw your career, your life away for this." "If you do this, you're finished." "What are they going to do, sue me?" "Disbar me?" "Evict me from the country club?" "No, this is still a hospital." "If there's a heart available," "I'm not going to let it go to waste." "Doctor, Mr. Maguire, let's get ready for surgery." "They're ready to harvest." "All right, hurry up, guys." "Get her on the table." "What's our time?" "All right, ready to lift." "Count of three." "Oh-four-five." "Scalpels laid out." "Where's his tray?" "Got the other one ready?" "What do we have?" "Female donor, 26 years old..." "She is 26 years old, 5'7"." "...kidneys usable." "Liver and kidneys are both usable." "Lungs?" "Okay." "Lungs are okay." "Heart?" "Heart is good." "Heart is good." "Blood type?" "B-positive." "This is my, uh..." "My will." "It says I'm leaving my heart to my son, and I need two witnesses to sign." "I'm not signing it." "I ain't going to watch you kill yourself." "Me, neither." "The sooner you sign it, the sooner you go home." "Okay." "I'll sign." "Me, too." "So you're just going to go in there and off yourself?" "Only one thing will stop me-- if Mitch is b-positive." "No, no, no, no, no." "Type O. Swear to God." "Thank you." "You be good, huh?" "Be careful." "Yeah, yeah." "See you in the funny papers." "Can I have a word with him?" "Thank you." "Hey, Mike." "Mikey." "Mikey." "How you doing, buddy?" "Hey, dad." "Did you find me a new heart?" "Yeah, we got you one." "I guess you got a guardian angel." "Mike." "Mike." "Just try to stay awake just for a minute, okay?" "I just need to tell you a few things." "Okay, dad." "You always listen to your mother." "You understand?" "Do what she tells you to do." "She's your best friend." "You tell her you love her every day." "Okay, dad." "Now, you're--you're-- you're too young for girls right now, but..." "There's going to come a time." "When it does, you treat them like princesses, 'cause that's what they are." "When you say you're going to do something..." "When you say you're going to do something, you do it." "Because your word is your bond, son." "It's all you have." "And money." "You make money if you get a chance, even if you got to sell out once in a while." "Make as much money as you can." "Don't be stupid like your father." "Okay." "Everything is so much easier with money, son." "Don't smoke." "Be kind to people." "When somebody chooses you-- we talked about this." "You stand up." "You be a man." "And y" "You stay away from the bad things, son." "Please." "Don't get caught up in the bad things." "There's so many great things out there for you." "I'll never leave you." "I'm always with you." "Right there." "I love you, son." "I'll see you later." "Yes?" "Okay." "Turner gets the other one." "Match with donor." "Oh, my sweet Jesus." "Okay, let's do it." "Wait a minute." "Are you telling me that gun was empty the whole time?" "Yeah." "Yeah, I'm all talk." "The only one I ever considered killing was me." "Maybe we should get some towels." "Ms. Payne!" "Ms. Payne." "Yeah." "You're not going to believe this." "We got a match." "B-positive." "Michael William Archibald, the only status one in the whole country." "I'll be damned." "I'm thirsty." "Mrs. Archibald!" "We have some very good news for you." "Aah!" "Jesus." "The safety's on." "Is this for real?" "The jet landed at O'Hare." "The helicopter's going to be here in 15 minutes." "You do the honors, okay?" "Go." "John?" "John, baby, it's me." "John." "It's not working." "John?" "John!" "Please, baby, pick up." "John, can you" "John!" "John!" "John, it's a miracle, baby!" "They found a heart!" "John!" "It's a miracle!" "They found a heart!" "The heart is here!" "I repeat--the heart for little Mike Archibald has arrived." "What an unbelievable ending to this incredible, tumultuous day." "There they are." "Okay, here we go." "Here we go." "Yes, the hostages are coming out." "One, two." "They appear to be unharmed but certainly exhausted from what must have been an excruciating ordeal." "More now!" "More coming out, hands waving in the air." "Freedom." "Freedom at last." "Police are escorting them one by one to safety." "How do you feel?" "Somebody else is coming." "It's John Q!" "John Q has come out, hands in the air." "He's putting the gun down." "He appears to be surrendering." "The police are approaching cautiously now." "And they've got him." "They've subdued John Q." "The handcuffs are on, and it appears to be over." "It's all over." "If pictures speak a thousand words, then these images do speak volumes." "And now, as the bloody standoff comes to an end, we remind you that channel 8 news was here first with exclusive moment-to-moment live coverage of "Crisis at Hope Memorial."" "I'm Tuck Lampley." "Open those doors!" "Look out!" "We're coming through!" "Come on!" "We love you, John!" "God bless you!" "I'd do the same thing!" "Ha ha ha ha." "Heart." "Thank you." "Metzenbaums." "Prepare for cutting." "Put these on for me, would you do that?" "Take your time." "Lift it." "All right, done." "How beautiful was that?" "Pressure up." "Pressure up." "And now one, two, three." "It worked!" "It worked, John!" "It worked!" "Whoo!" "The other big story-- John Q goes on trial today for kidnapping and attempted murder charges all because an HMO denied coverage for his son's heart transplant." "...more expensive for you in the future, HMOs, to deny coverage when people really need it..." "There are still 40 million Americans who are uninsured..." "Tonight, as the trial continues," "John Quincy Archibald-- vigilante or heroic father?" "...is to sue the pants off them for millions of dollars to let them know..." "We have known for years this is a crappy health care system." "We've known we had to do something..." "John Q was using one of President Bush's faith-based health care plans." "That's where you just pray, and the government does nothin." "The point is that the enemy we're trying to identify is us." "That's the point." "We are the ones who shot down national health care." "We are the ones who don't want our taxes raise." "You have to look in the mirror for this problem." "John." "John!" "Back up." "Come on." "Back up." "Back." "Just one question, please!" "Back!" "Back up." "How's your son doing, John?" "John, a statement, please!" "Out of the way." "Let's go." "How are you feeling right now, John?" "Smile, John!" "Has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have, your honor." "As to count one, attempted murder-- we find the defendant John Quincy Archibald not guilty." "Quiet, please." "On count two, armed criminal action-- not guilty." "Quiet!" "On the final count, the kidnapping and false imprisonment of Julie Byrd, Max Conlan," "Rosa Gonzalez, Dr. Allen Klein," "Lester Matthews, Steve Maguire," "Miriam and Steve Smith, Dr. Raymond Turner," "Mitch Quigley, Debby Utley-- we find the defendant..." "Guilty." "Ohh!" "Quiet, please." "Sentencing will be one week from today." "All rise." "What are we looking at?" "He's going to do some time." "The judge is not going to give him more than three to five." "I'll try and get it down to two." "I'm sorry." "You all right, slugger?" "Yeah." "You take good care of your mother, okay?" "You're the man of the house now." "You have any problems," "Jimmy and Gina will be here for you, too." "Okay." "I'm so proud of you." "Give them frigging hell, Johnny." "Don't worry about nothing." "Hey, dad." "Good-bye." "It's not good-bye, son." "See you later." "Hey, John!" "Take care, man." "You my hero." "Dad!" "Dad!" "Thank you."