Flatliners Page #3

One minute.

Don't be late.

Start filming.

We'll have a complete record

of the experiment.

Promise me you'll go through with this.

One kiss good-bye?

I'll see you soon.

This letter does not mean sh*t.

Please, let him sleep it off.

He'll have a wet dream

and think he went to heaven.

- Good idea. Good night, Nelson.

- Now I know why I'm here.

I've expressed myself clearly

for the record. Good night.

Steckle's right.

Are you willing to risk everything?

Med school, your future

for Nelson's fame?

- Someone's coming.

- Oh, sh*t!

- Is he dead?

- He's only sleeping.

Talk some sense into these people.

- I'll do it.

- What?

- You taking over?

- I've got nothing to lose.

- Just his life!

- I can get him back.

Just stop his heart.

One minute, bring him right back.

Don't think I couldn't have.

Clear.

What are you doing?

- Systole.

- You are killing him.

It's called murder.

No wonder you got tossed.

This is not the sh*t I want

on my transcript.

Please, don't.

Don't do any more.

I did not come to medical school...

to murder my classmates,

no matter how deranged they might be.

Flatline.

They're getting smaller.

He's dying.

Brain death.

Now it's real.

Start filming.

Let me defib him.

He's dead. Isn't that enough?

Let me try to bring him back.

Just watch the door.

Excuse me. I don't want to ruin

anybody's evening...

but are we in a room

with a dead man?

- Oh, my God!

- One minute to go.

Start filming.

- Thirty seconds to go.

- Let's heat him up.

Twenty seconds at 89, 90.

Standing by with sodium bicarb and Eppy.

I'm charging the paddles.

Charged.

Monitor the EKG.

- Body temp 93 degrees.

- Here we go. Clear.

- What have we got?

- Not a goddamn thing!

Up me to 300.

Charge.

Clear!

Begin CPR.

- 2-1,000.

- Bicarb and Eppy in.

Bag him. 4-1,000. 5-1,000.

Breathe.

- Look. Not a goddamn thing!

- 5-1,000. Breathe!

- 98 degrees.

- Hit him again.

Nothing.

Got him!

- 02 up. Help me.

- More Eppy.

In!

REM.

We got REM.

Nelson, can you hear us?

Welcome back.

Nelson, you crazy motherf***er!

You did it!

Jesus Christ!

That's some bedside manner.

You're gonna make one hell of a doctor.

Suck me.

Can you recall a specific emotion...

or sensation, heat or cold,

anything like that?

You can't break it down into specifics.

They say you see a tunnel

with a light at the end.

No. But there is something out there.

It's comforting.

- Can you imagine how big this is?

- You walked on the moon, buddy!

He could use some air.

You guys could get him some fluids.

- Thanks for saving my life.

- It was so much fun.

Let's get that blood pressure going.

Are you all right, wise one?

I feel like a highly-tuned instrument.

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