Flatliners Page #7

Is it hope, fear,

the musky fear of death?

- Shut up.

- No, you shut up.

What if he didn't make it back?

Would you miss him, Rachel?

One minute.

- 90 degrees.

- Let's give him another five seconds.

- What?

- Why not ten?

We have time to decide.

Are you serious?

I trusted you, Joe.

Stations.

You're blocking our view.

- No kidding around. 2:10.

- Who's kidding?

- What's going on?

- 92 degrees.

Get it!

Come on.

This is my lab.

Charged.

Clear.

Three, six, nine

The goose drank wine

The monkey chewed tobacco

on the streetcar line

The line broke

The monkey got choked

They all went to heaven

in a little rowboat

- Breathe.

- Sodium bicarb and Eppy in.

What comes next?

- Knock it off!

- 5-1,000. Breathe.

Clear.

Come on, Dave.

That's it!

That's not it. He's stuck in V-fib.

Charging again. 300.

- You're hot.

- Try lidocaine.

- At 2:
45, atropine.

- Not yet. Clear.

Come on, Dave.

Increasing defibs to 360.

Charge. Clear.

- Go to lidocaine!

- He won't hold the heat.

Three minutes.

Starting CPR. 1-1,000.

- Atropine in.

- Keep filming. I'll bring him back.

- 5-1,000. Breathe.

- You lied to me, Joe.

Lost him.

- Lidocaine push.

- Somebody do something.

- Got him!

- 02 standing by.

- One milligram Eppy in.

- That sounds good.

That was close.

That was way too close.

Okay? That was too close.

Hoka hey.

- What did you say there?

- Hoka hey.

It's a war cry from the Sioux Indians.

Very macho. It means, today...

Today is a good day to die.

So was it, Dave?

Was today a good day to die?

I don't know if I was dead.

I may have felt something.

Like a dream...

or just a bunch of stuff

stored up inside my mind.

You were brain dead.

There was no mind.

But some electrical current's

still circulating through my body.

It would have shown up on the EEG.

You were dead.

Tell us what happened.

It's hard to verbalize.

It's like being paranoid

without the fear.

Like being watched.

It was probably just you guys

standing over me.

Who could be watching?

- The dead.

- I didn't say that.

But the skeptic did feel something,

didn't you? I'm going again.

No way!

I've been bumped twice!

Bidding starts at four minutes.

Labraccio went for 3:50.

That was a mistake.

We almost lost him.

Anything under four minutes.

Would be redundant.

No one is going for four minutes.

- Five minutes.

- I'm next or I'm out for good.

Without her help,

five minutes will be hard enough.

- But without me...

- Or me...

Count me out, too.

Well, mutiny at last.

I trusted you,

all of you...

with an idea so simple and brilliant,

you get one in a lifetime.

- Give it a rest.

- You give it a rest!

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