![]() I thought they would try to overpower the gunman, using tear gas or smoke grenades for distraction. I had little idea of how a SWAT team handles a hostage incident. ![]() The police tried to obtain information by asking me questions requiring only a yes or no-I was surprised how rapidly they had discovered my identity and that of my fellow hostage. I asked the switchboard for calls to be restricted to the police, and his agitation decreased. At gunpoint, I had to hang up, but the incessant ringing of the telephones was irritating the gunman. News stations had already started to report the shooting and calls were coming from anxious relatives of emergency room personnel. He turned his attention to the telephones, which had been ringing constantly, and told me to answer and find out if it was the police. The gunman seemed pleased that the “big boys” (the LAPD SWAT team) had arrived. The gunman barricaded the doors, and with his gun at my back I had to provide a running commentary at gunpoint on the activity that I could see through the glass panels, where I glimpsed several men dressed in riot gear, with high power rifles, positioning themselves outside. ![]() Photographs lay scattered around the blood. Near the triage area a pool of blood indicated that at least one person had been seriously injured. I was doing what had become routine since I was at medical school-taking a history. He complained that doctors had infected him with AIDS. He felt he'd been experimented on during a physical examination for a job at the hospital. As we walked, the gunman rambled about his hatred of doctors. He screamed that he did not want to know names. You're a doctor.” I waited for the bullet. “You're a doctor, aren't you?” he shouted. I was dressed in scrubs-white coats upset my paediatric patients-and I threw my ID badge under the examination couch.įootsteps approached and the cubicle curtain was swept back to reveal a gun pointed at me by a tall, stocky man in combat gear with his other arm round the neck of a female file clerk. Then a man's voice: “I don't want nurses, I want doctors! I want white coats.” The patient and I crouched on the floor. “Get out! He's shooting doctors!” someone yelled. My fellowship training in paediatric neurology entailed seeing some adult patients, and I had been called to consult in the emergency room at University of Southern California Medical Center, the largest acute care hospital in the United States, at midday on 8 February 1993. This page was generated using automation technology and thoroughly edited and fact-checked by an editor on our editorial staff.Bang! Bang! Bang! It sounded like someone hitting a tea tray on a table, until I remembered that I was on the wrong side of the Atlantic for consultants to be served with tea and biscuits and screaming voices made me realise that the sounds were gunshots. Warning: the following content contains spoilers! episodes, guaranteed to provide you with the best entertainment possible. So if you're looking for the ultimate S.W.A.T. The episodes are listed in order from highest to lowest score, so you can easily find the best of the best. Each episode is given a score from 0 to 10, with 10 being the best. The episodes are ranked based on a variety of factors, including entertainment value, character development, and impact on the show's overall storyline. episodes and compiled them into this list. For those who want to know the best of the best, we've ranked the top S.W.A.T. Now in its 7th season, the show has delivered some incredible episodes that deserve recognition. It follows a lieutenant torn between loyalty to the streets and duty to his fellow officers when he's tasked to run a highly-trained unit that's the last stop for solving crimes in Los Angeles.
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