Flatliners Page #14

- Potassium. He used potassium!

- Christ!

Electrodes!

Calcium in.

- Nothing.

- Go again.

- Clear!

- Nothing.

Up to 360. Clear!

Nothing.

I can't hear anything.

- He called. It's been over nine minutes.

- Nine minutes?

Let's intubate.

- Breathe!

- Damn! The trachea's too tight.

Try again.

Come on!

Stop, Billy!

Stop, Billy! Stop!

Get him!

Eppy in!

- Breathe!

- Nothing.

- 88 degrees.

- Get 4 milligrams of atropine ready.

- All right. Atropine intratracheal.

- This is a truckload.

This has got to work.

Come on back, Nelson.

Come on, come on, Nelson.

Come on.

- He's been dead 10 minutes.

- Bretylium!

- No, he's not in V-fib.

- He's dead.

- Eppy intracardial!

- No, Rachel!

Just do it!

Stop! Don't!

Don't do it, Billy!

I'm sorry!

Starting CPR!

It's been 12 minutes.

He is dead!

- Forget about it. We lost him!

- No, you son of a b*tch!

Dave, stop it!

Let him go.

We're all responsible for this.

- Maybe we deserve this.

- No. It's not fair and it's not right.

I'm sorry, God. I'm sorry we stepped

on your f***ing territory!

I'm sorry!

Isn't that enough?

Apparently not.

I'll call the police.

I could hear it in his voice

on the phone.

Nelson felt he deserved to die.

Bullshit!

It was a mistake.

He was just a little kid!

And he doesn't deserve to die!

Come on, Nelson!

Come on, Nelson.

Come on, come on.

Charged! Clear!

Wait!

Oh, my God!

I got a pulse! We've got him!

- We've f***ing got him!

- Nelson, pick up the beat!

Easy, easy. Don't rush him.

Oh, my God.

Come on, Nelson, pick up the beat.

Don't rush him.

That's it. That's it.

There we go.

Hail Mary, praise Jesus,

all that stuff.

Thank you, Jesus.

Hi, Nelson.

Don't talk.

I've got to get this on tape.

He said...

it wasn't such a good day to die.

Thank you.

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