Flatliners

Today is a good day to die.

- What's happening? - It's crack. Get some help.

Crackheads take up all our time.

- What have we got? - Hemmorage.

- Vaginal bleeding. - Probably a street abortion.

- We've got to open her up. - All the O. R. 's are full.

- We can't wait. I'll operate. - You can't!

Just do it! Get him out of here.

15 years on the job and you're gonna get me canned in one day.

Here we go.

Forceps!

Where is it? Clamp!

- You got her. - All right, I've got her.

Dave, get out of here. Now!

Iabraccio! What the hell are you doing?

Randall Steckle, "Diary of a Surgeon. " No.

Randall Steckle, "Diary of a Surgeon to be. "

Randall Steckle, "Making of a ... "

"Forging of a Surgeon. " No, pretentious.

Randall Steckle, "Genesis"?

"Genesis of a Young Surgeon. " Brilliant!

Morning.

Nice work. Keep it up.

Suddenly, even though I was in a coma, I saw myself.

Suddenly, even though I was in a coma, I saw myself.

Iike, from above, looking down.

Ralph, my husband, was crying.

The doctor was saying I was dying.

I saw myself in the bed and everything.

I started to float out into the hall.

Then into this tunnel toward this light.

It was the most beautiful light I ever saw.

I heard this voice.

It was the most beautiful voice I ever heard.

And it said:

"I'm going to take your baby. "

"But you are going back. "

And I woke up, and there was Ralph and the doctor.

I was legally dead for 41/2 minutes.

But I didn't see no tunnel and I didn't see no light.

I did ... and it was so beautiful !

- I was in this garden ... - This tunnel and this light ...

Then this guide ... and a chariot and music.

Terry, I think they'd better get you off medication.

Thanks.

- What's up? - Good morning.

There's trouble in E. R. You'd better watch your ass.

Why are you always asking the patients about death?

I'll be late for class. Thanks, Edna.

The spoils of arthritis. Some rather resilient inflammatory tissue here.

We're now under the transverse arch of the foot. The metatarsals ...

Brilliant, Dr. Steckle. Bring all that talent with you tonight.

Nelson, about tonight. I like you. I have to decline on moral grounds.

There enough atrocity in the world without your own little horror.

It's ignorance we fear. When did truth and knowledge become a horror?

Especially to a scientist and a genius like yourself.

- How are you doing, Mannus? - Fine.

I've been meaning to ask you, are you dating anyone?

- Identify. - Costodiaphragmatic recess.

Is it offensive if I make conversation?

Sometimes it's nice to open up. Like old Lenny here, he's open.

- Identify. - Pylorus.

I've heard all the rumours and nicknames about you, Rachel.

I'm sure you're a very warm woman. Not in the least bit repressed.

- Identify. - Your brains.

You want to come over to my place?

Dr. Hurley, I need a word with Dr. Mannus.

- I already said no to this. - Steckle and Hurley are in.

Two of the top GPA's in the school.

I need you to handle the injections and the I . V.

I have no interest in watching you kill yourself.

I think you do.

Good morning, class. Today's exam will be scaled.

Three A's will be given, five B's and ten C's.

The remaining four will get D's and F's.

As in life, you're competing not with me, yourself or this exam, -

but with each other.

There are a lot of others who'd like to make a name for themselves.

It's a shame that the people with the ability don't have the nerve.

- All right, we'll be there. - Speak for yourself, Joseph.

Sure, it'll be dramatic, Nelson. You'll cry or faint, puke at best.

But then what? I don't think you have the balls.

You just bring the equipment. I'll bring my balls.

Did you hear about Labraccio?

Dave, it's a four-month suspension. It won't affect your scholarship.

Forget it, I'm out of here.

You're the best they've ever had. They won't let you walk away.

- Besides, you were wrong. - No, damn it! She was dying.

I saved her life. What would you have done?

They have to make an example out of you to protect their insurance bond.

They'll take you back next term.

It doesn't matter. I'd do the same thing again.

I know you would. That's why I need you there tonight.

There are a few people I'd like to kill, but you're not one of them.

I don't want to die.

I want to come back with the answers to death ... and life.

I can get there with the others ...

... but I need you. I need you to bring me back. Please.

I'm sorry, man, I can't do that.

Just walk away, Dave. Go climb a mountain.

I don't understand you any more. You burn your career on a stranger.

Now you turn your back on a friend.

Iook, I'm real sorry about what happened today.

- I won't make it back without you. - So don't do it.

Dave ...

What if it works?

I don't want to be buried on Saturday.

It costs $150 more to be buried on Saturday.

Mrs. Amsler, you're doing much better.

Ieave a message after the beep.

I know you're home.

- Don't be late. Bring the camera. - What camera?

- Thank God he called a specialist. - No lectures, okay?

You're engaged. Grow up.

I'm recording a few last adventures before resigning myself to monogamy.

I didn't realise. I thought you were just a pussy marauder.

What the hell are we doing here? This is goodbye med-school.

Ten bucks says he shits his drawers and we're out of here.

Not those lights. Security will come running.

Set up over the grate. I just got the boiler going.

- You're really going to do this? - Just humour the man.

Take me down with nitrous, sodium pentathol and a cold blanket.

I've got some chilled D5W.

When my temperature is 86% , hit me with 200 joules.

The shock will stop my heart. Then take my mask off.

- You said Rachel was coming. - Steckle, shut the door.

You handle the injections.

When the EEG flatlines, the brain is dead. I'll be exploring.

Give me 30 seconds. Set the blanket to warm and take me up to 93% .

Inject 1cc of adrenalin, and Joe, come in with the defibs.

- You bring me back to life. - With brain damage.

Resembling in many ways ... a Cabbage Patch doll.

Not with a body temperature of 86% .

Dr. Mannus, will you handle the injections?

Wait a minute. Quite simply, why are you doing this?

To see if there's anything beyond death.

Philosophy failed. Religion failed.

Now it's up to physical science. Mankind deserves to know.

You're doing this for mankind?

This letter absolves you of any responsibility.

This isn't for mankind. You want to get on "60 Minutes" -

- sandwiched between Andy Rooney and the commercials.

"Tonight, a medical student who experienced death and came back. "

- Fame is inevitable. - That's the wrong reason.

Dr. Hurley, electrodes. Don't you want to be on "60 Minutes"?

Rachel, how about a little nitrous? At least I'll go out with a laugh.

Dr. Hurley, get the blanket.

We're all professionals. I'm sure this'll go very smoothly.

Can I have your apartment?

- It's a joke! - One minute.

Don't be late. Start filming now.

You'll have a complete record of the experiment.

Promise me you'll go through with this.

One little kiss goodbye.

I'll see you soon.

- 96% . - This letter doesn't mean shit.

Iet him sleep. He'll have a wet dream and think he went to heaven.

- Now I know why I'm here. - I've stated my feelings, goodbye.

Are you willing to risk your future for Nelson's fame?

Someone's coming !

- Is he dead? - He's only sleeping.

Talk some sense into these people.

I'll do it. I've got nothing to lose.

- Just his life! - I can get him back.

- Just stop his heart for a minute. - Don't think I couldn't have.

No!

- Clear. - What are you doing?

- A systole. - You're killing him.

- No wonder you got tossed. - Stop this shit.

I did not come to medical school to murder my classmates!

Flatline.

They're getting smaller. He's dying.

- Brain death. Now it's real. - Start filming.

He's dead, isn't that enough? Let me try to bring him back.

- Just watch the door. - We're in the room with a dead man.

- One minute to go. - Start filming !

- 30 seconds to go. - Okay, let's heat him up.

- 20 seconds. 89% , 90% ... - Sodium bicarbonate ready.

I'm charging the paddles.

Monitor the EKG.

- Body temp:93% . - Here we go.

- What have we got? - Not a goddamn thing.

Up me to 300.

Begin CPR.

Sodium bicarbonate and eppy.

My God !

Not a goddamn thing !

- 98% . - Hit him again. 350.

Nothing.

Got him !

- Steckle, help me. - More eppy.

In.

We got REM .

- Nelson, can you hear us? - Welcome back, man.

- The crazy motherfucker did it! - Jesus Christ!

Steckle, that's some bedside manner. You'll make one hell of a doctor.

Suck me.

Can you recall any specific emotion? Heat, cold, anything like that?

- You can't be specific. - Did you see a tunnel of light?

No, but there is something out there. It's comforting.