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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 "p*ssy 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.

Get the blanket.

We're all professionals.

I'm sure this will go smoothly.

If you die, can I have your apartment?

It's a joke. It's a joke!

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