picspam: The West Wing 2x01 (In the Shadow Of Two Gunmen Part I)
(AKA the best ten minutes of television ever)
(Not for the faint of internet connection)
BARTLET: Is anybody dead back there? RON: We don’t know, we don’t think so.
BARTLET: What happened to your hand?!
RON: I got hit.
BARTLET: Oh God. Coop, turn around, we gotta go to the hospital.
RON: We got to get you to the White House.
BARTLET: We’re going to the hospital! Let’s go!
RON: I have to put you inside the White House, Mr. President. This isn’t something we discuss.
BARTLET: This is... my daughter is throwing up on the floor in the car behind us. You’re losing blood by the liter, not to mention how many broken bones you got in your hand, but let’s make sure that I’m tucked in bed before we do anything...
RON: Mr. President? [checks President] G.W.! Blue! Blue! Blue!
C.J.: I’m really fine.
MEDIC 3: Scalp laceration, secondary to fall. [leaves]
C.J.: I hit my head on the ground.
MEDIC 4: No LOC?
C.J.: Somebody pulled me down.
MEDIC 4: Are you C.J. Cregg?
C.J.: Yeah!
MEDIC 4: Can you tell me what day it is?
C.J.: It’s still Monday.
MEDIC 4: Ok, C.J., you’re more shaken up than anything else, I don’t think you’re going to need stitches but you should find some place to lie down.
C.J.: Is the President dead?
MEDIC 4: I wouldn’t know anything about that.
SAM: Gina?
GINA: I can’t talk right now.
GINA: Gina Toscano.
TOMMY CHO: Tommy Cho.
GINA: Are you the I.D. agent?
CHO: Yeah.
GINA: Two shooters in that window, we got them both from the roof, but there was a signal.
CHO: There was somebody on the ground?
GINA: White male, 20, 25, maybe 5-10.
CHO: What else?
GINA: He was wearing a baseball cap.
CHO: What kind of cap?
GINA: Maybe it got knocked off from the crowd.
CHO: What kind of cap?!
GINA: I don’t know.
CHO: [to an agent] Fix the perimeter, close the airports, shut them down, I want the Harbor Patrol and the Coast Guard.
AGENT: You got it.
TOBY: Josh! Josh!
TOBY: Hey, Charlie, are you okay?
CHARLIE: Yeah.
TOBY: Have you seen Josh?
CHARLIE: He got in the car with Leo.
TOBY: No, he didn’t. Shanahan got in with Leo. Josh didn’t get in the car.
TOBY: Josh! Didn’t you hear me shouting for you? I didn’t know where the hell you...
TOBY: I need a... I need a doctor! I need help!
NURSE 1: Station One.
RON: We’re coming in!
NURSE 1: I copy that. Is this a drill?
RON: No!
NURSE 1: [into phone] The thing is I have a few patients, not many but I do have a couple of kids with alcohol poisoning. We’re expecting more in a bit, so if this is a drill, I’d just assume...
NURSE 1: Trauma One. Trauma One, Blue! Blue! Trauma One, Blue! Go!
AGENT 3: Eagle’s two minutes away!
CAMERAMAN: Mr. Vice President, could you hold the shirt up a little bit?
HOYNES: Yeah, one of my roommates at S.M.U. is Drew Harper. Anybody know that name?
WOMAN: ’72?
HOYNES: ’72 Olympics in Munich. Well, I played against him at a pick-up game while on the quad, and I thought I’d stuff him with an overhead slam. He sent that ball back at my face like I talked about his sister. Coach, I want to congratulate you and your team in the NCAA on a great season last year. I know you had four starters returning so I’m confident...
AGENT: Excuse me! Everyone stay where you are. Mr. Vice President, would you come with us please?
AGENT 1: Mrs. Bartlet.
ABBEY: Is he conscious?
AGENT 2: He’s conscious and they’re moving him to pre-op. He was hit in the side, entry and exit.
AGENT 2: We’re on our way.
ABBEY: What about Zoey?
AGENT 1: They got her in the car. She’s cool. She’s on her way to G.W.
AGENT 2: Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!
DR. KELLER: Mr. President, I’m Dr. Keller. I’m the trauma surgeon on duty. The exit wound is a good indication we like your vital signs.
BARTLET: I swear to God if I don’t speak to my daughter in the next five minutes, I’m gonna attack someone.
RON: She’s on her way.
BARTLET: [indicating Ron] This guy’s got about seven broken bones in his hand, by the way. If somebody wants to give him an aspirin or something...
NURSE: We’re there.
DR. KELLER: Okay, sir, we’re just gonna get you stabilized.
BARTLET: Listen, I want you to wait as long as you can before you give me the anesthesia. I need to speak to Leo McGarry before you give me the anesthesia.
RON: He’s on his way as well.
NURSE: I need to ask you some questions, sir. Do you have any medical conditions?
BARTLET: Well... I’ve been shot.
MARGARET: The President’s not back yet?
MRS. LANDINGHAM: I imagine he’s schmoozing the rope line. You know, he said he’s coming straight back, but he can’t resist a rope line. Never has. Oh, he’ll complain, but he just can’t resist it. I remember a time in the Governor’s mansion. It was about ten years ago... MARGARET: Mrs. Landingham.
MRS. LANDINGHAM: More. Maybe 12.
MARGARET: Mrs. Landingham!
NEWSCASTER: Good evening. We are getting reports that multiple gunshots were fired at President Bartlet as he was leaving a public event in Rosslyn, Virginia. The shots were fired approximately seven minutes ago...
ZOEY: Dad?
BARTLET: I’m okay.
ZOEY: Daddy?!
BARTLET: They didn’t hit anything. They’re just gonna look around and make sure.
ZOEY: Are you-- are you in a lot of pain?
BARTLET: No.
ZOEY: Are you lying?
BARTLET: Yeah, ‘cause I want these guys to tell reporters that I was brave and joking around.
ZOEY: You are brave. You were so good tonight, dad.
BARTLET: [sighs] Honey, I’m fine. I’m just so happy to see you.
ZOEY: Mom’s on her way.
BARTLET: Mom’s gonna be pretty pissed.
ZOEY: Yeah.
LEO: How you doing, kid?
ZOEY: I’m fine.
BARTLET: She booted all over the back of her car. You know they’re gonna bill me for that.
LEO: Yeah.
BARTLET: Anybody killed back there?
LEO: The two shooters. They got them through the window.
BARTLET: Anybody in the crowd?
LEO: There were some injuries. They’re coming right now.
BARTLET: What about our people?
LEO: C.J. hit her head on the ground, but other than that...
BARTLET: [beat] Get the cabinet together and the Security Council. Tell Jerome to suspend trading on the stock exchange.
LEO: Yeah.
BARTLET: Do we know who the shooters were?
LEO: No.
BARTLET: I’m gonna be under anesthesia for a couple hours.
LEO: It’ll be fine.
BARTLET: You know what I’m talking about, right?
LEO: I’ll talk to Abbey.
DR. KELLER: Sir, it’s time.
BARTLET: [to Leo] Hey. Come here.
BARTLET: It’s okay.
LEO: I’ll see you in a few hours, Mr. President.
ABBEY: Oh. You all right?
ZOEY: Yeah. And Dad’s making jokes.
ABBEY: Good ones, or...?
ZOEY: No.
ABBEY: Okay.
LEO: Abbey. This is Dr. Keller.
ABBEY: Oh, yes. We spoke in the car.
DR. KELLER: Hello.
ABBEY: What’s his PO2?
DR. KELLER: It’s good. It’s a hundred.
ABBEY: You’re gonna do a laperoscopy?
DR. KELLER: Yeah. We want to make sure the peritoneum’s intact.
ABBEY: Mm-hmm. Who’s the anesthesiologist?
DR. KELLER: Dr. Lee.
ABBEY: Dr. Lee?
DR. LEE: Dr. Bartlet. I hope they told you that it’s looking very good.
ABBEY: There are 14 people in the world who know this, including the vice President, the chief of staff, and the chairman of the Joint Chiefs. You are going to be the fifteenth. Seven years ago, my husband was diagnosed with a relapsing/remitting course of M.S. When all this is over, tell the press, don’t tell the press. It’s entirely up to you.
LEO: You all right?
GINA: Yeah.
LEO: Was there someone on the ground?
GINA: There was a signal. I couldn’t give a description.
LEO: Did they close the airports?
GINA: And Union Station. We’ve got troopers on the bridges and 300 field agents working Rosslyn. I can’t tell them what they’re looking for.
LEO: You got the girl in the car, Gina.
GINA: It’s right in front of my face.
LEO: Look...
C.J.: It’s Josh!
NURSE: I’ve got the hemocue.
LEO: Josh!
PARAMEDIC: Trauma panel, serial crits...
LEO: What happened?
TOBY: He was behind us.
PARAMEDIC: Single gunshot wound, left fifth intercostal space.
SAM: Josh, I’m here!
JOSH: I shouldn’t be at this meeting.
NURSE: Trauma One’s ready.
DOCTOR: I need a chest tube tray, 32 French.
JOSH: Senator...
LEO: Tell me what’s happening!
DOCTOR: I don’t have time!
JOSH: I shouldn’t be at this meeting.
NURSE: Pulse ox, 88.
JOSH: I need to get to New Hampshire.
SAM: You went to New Hampshire. We both did. You came and got me.
DOCTOR: On my count. One. Two. Three!
Caps from screenmusings.net, cleaned up by foldedcrane; episode transcript from communicationsoffice.tripod.com.