Flatliners

Today is a good day to die.

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

So many crack-heads, we don't have time for anybody else.

- What have we got? - Some kind of hemorrhage.

- Blood pressure? - 90 over 60 and dropping.

- Any vaginal bleeding? - What's he saying?

- No money. Probably a street abortion. - It's probably her uterine artery.

- Come on! We gotta open her up. - The O.R.'s are full. Maybe 10 minutes.

That's too late. Get her under.

- Who will do the surgery? - I am.

- You can't! - Just do it!

- You're going to get us all fired. - Get him out of here!

Fifteen years on the job, and you'll get me canned in one day.

- You're crazy! - Here we go.

How we doing?

Forceps!

Where is it? Clamp!

- Get it, babe. - You got it.

All right, I got her!

- Dave, get out of here. Now! - I tried to stop him.

Labraccio! What the hell do you think you're doing?

Randall Steckle, Diary of a Surgeon.

I'm not a surgeon yet.

Randall Steckle, Diary of a Surgeon To Be.

Wimpy. Randall Steckle, Making of a D--

Randall Steckle, Forging of a Surgeon. No. Pretentious.

Randall Steckle, Genesis?

Randall Steckle, Genesis of a Young Surgeon.

Brilliant!

Morning.

Nice work. Keep it up.

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

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

I saw myself...

like from above, looking down.

Ralph, my husband, was crying.

And the doctor was saying I was dying.

And I saw myself in the bed and everything.

And I started to float out into the hall...

and then into this tunnel...

toward this light.

And it was the most beautiful light I ever saw.

And I heard this voice.

And 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 four and a half 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.

And this tunnel and light...

and this guide...

and a chariot and music.

Terry, I think they better get you off medication.

Thanks.

- What's up? - Good morning.

- There's trouble in ER. Watch your ass. - Thanks.

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.

Trying to sever-- Come on, damn it.

We are now beneath the transverse arch of the foot...

the cuneiforms, the metatarsals--

Brilliant, Dr.Steckle.

Be sure to bring all that talent with you tonight, okay?

Nelson, about tonight.

Because I like you as much as I do, I have to decline on moral grounds.

Isn't there enough atrocity in the world without your own horror?

Horror? It's ignorance we fear.

Since when did truth and knowledge become a horror?

Especially to a scientist and a genius like yourself.

Good morning, Manus. How you doing?

Fine.

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

- Identify. - Costodiaphragmatic recess.

Is it offensive if I make conversation?

Sometimes it's nice to open up.

Like Lenny here. He's open.

- Identify. - Pylorus.

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

I'm sure you're a very warm woman.

Not the least bit frigid or repressed.

- Identify. - Your brains.

Good.

Want to come to my place where we can do more serious thinking?

Excuse me, Dr.Hurley. I need a word with Dr.Manus.

Sure.

I said no.

I've already got Steckle and Hurley, two of the top GPA's in the school.

All you need to do is handle the injections and the IV.

Forget it. 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, ten C's...

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

Once again, as in life...

you are not in competition with me, yourself or this exam...

but with each other.

Piece of cake.

There are others here who would like to make a name for themselves off this.

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

We'll be there.

Speak for yourself, Joseph.

It'll be dramatic.

You'll cry, faint, puke at best. But then what?

Frankly, I don't think you have the balls.

You just bring the equipment.

I'll bring my balls.

Did you hear about Labraccio?

It's a four-month suspension. It won't even affect your scholarship.

Forget it! I'm outta here.

You're the best student this school's ever had.

They don't let a guy like you walk away from medicine. Besides, you were wrong.

Goddamn it, she was dying!

I saved her life. What would you have done?

Why take it personally?

Of course they'll make you an example. They have to protect their insurance.

They'll ask you back next term.

Doesn't matter. Given the same situation, I would do it again.

I know.

That's why I need you there tonight.

There are a few people I would like to kill, but you are 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. I can't do that.

Great. Why don't you just walk away?

Go climb a mountain.

I don't understand you. You burned your career today on a stranger.

Now you're turning your back on a friend.

I'm real sorry about what happened today. I really am.

What are my chances of making it back without you?

So don't do it.

What if it works?

Hi.

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.

Leave a message after the beep.

Dr.Hurley, I know you're home.

Don't be late. Don't forget the camera.

What camera?

The bed. Thank God he called a specialist.

No lectures.

Why did I expect that after you got engaged you might grow up?

Did it dawn on you I'm trying to work things out...

recording adventures before a life of monogamy?

It never dawned on me.

But the words "pussy marauder" do pop into mind occasionally.

What the hell are we doing here?

This is good-bye med school, good-bye career.

Chill out. $10 says he doesn't do it. Shits his drawers and we're out of here.

Not those lights! Security will come running.

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

- You really gonna do this? - Just humor the man.

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

I've got chilled D5W in the cooler.

When my body temperature hits 86 degrees you'll hit me with 200 joules.

The electric current will stop my heart. When the heart is dead...

take the mask off.

Where's Manus?

Shut the door.

I'm going to draw 20cc's. You handle the injections.

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

Give me 30 seconds. Put the blanket on to warm.

Take me up to 93 degrees slowly.

Inject 1cc of adrenaline.

At one minute, Joe, come in with the defibs...

and bring me back to life.

With brain damage.

Resembling in many ways a Cabbage Patch doll.

Not with a body temperature of 86 degrees.

Dr.Manus, will you handle the injections?

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

To see if there's anything out there beyond death.

Philosophy failed. Religion failed.

Now it's up to the physical sciences.

I think mankind deserves to know.

You're doing this for mankind?

This letter absolves you of any responsibility just in case.

This isn't for mankind. This is for Nelson.

Why do I see you on 60 Minutes...

sandwiched between Andy Rooney and a commercial?

Tonight, a young medical student who dared to experience death and come back.

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

It's the right idea.

Dr.Hurley, electrodes. Come on, Joe.

Don't you want to be on 60 minutes?

Rachel, how about a little nitrous?

At least I get to go out with a laugh.