Patrick Page #2

God!

Kathy, open up.

Paula, you scared the crap

out of me.

What's wrong?

I'm bored

out of my skull.

Five minutes.

Get changed.

Go on.

Go on.

Just one, love.

And here she comes.

See you later.

See you later.

Someone's popular.

Oh, you will be too.

And I promise, not everyone

who drinks here is--

Like that?

Exactly.

Cheers.

Cheers.

I mean,

only if you're, um,

looking for...

a distraction.

Tan line

on the ring finger.

You know when people say,

"It's not you, it's me"?

Mm-hmm.

It was me.

You played some away game.

No.

It was nothing

like that.

- Hey, I'll see you later.

- Yeah, mate.

Nurse Williams.

Always a healing sight.

Hello, we haven't met.

Dr. Brian Wright,

this is Kathy--

Jacquard.

Kathy's our latest

arrival.

Another of the belles

among the brain-dead.

Seat's empty, Brian.

Can't.

Deadline looms.

Just came down to pick up

a bottle of inspiration.

But soon. Deal?

Hmm.

So, what do you think?

He's a bit sure

of himself.

Did you say doctor?

Psychiatrist.

I don't think he practices much

anymore, though.

He writes,

and he's on the radio.

He has an amazing

beach house

and a really nice place

in the city too.

Mm-hmm.

What?

- Mmm?

- Once or twice.

Uh-huh.

Okay, maybe more than

a few times.

But it was a very,

very long time ago.

And I don't have dibs on him

if you want to...

I just...

You move fast, right?

We've had a death.

It's, um,

diving accident.

Funny, you know.

When they go,

you realize you sort of become

quite attached to them.

Doctor.

This patient isn't dead.

No need for it

down here, then.

Put it back.

See me at room 15.

Once the medication

is administered

the window of opportunity

is vanishingly small.

We're waking up

dormant neurons,

goading them into making

new connections.

And they're mercurial

little bastards.

Very hard to train.

We only have a matter of minutes

to get them to do what we want

before the drug

wears off.

So you follow my instructions

to the letter.

Yes, Doctor.

But when that door opens,

your old ways die.

We're trailblazers,

do you understand?

He spits, you know.

Ophthalmoscope.

Retinal vessel perfusion

distinct.

Perturbation peaking at...

... four seconds.

Perturbing the base line

in eight seconds.

Slightly perturbed

frontal lobe.

Returning to base line...

... in three seconds now.

Damn.

Too much attenuation.

Clean up the patient,

nurse.

Okay, Patrick.

This might sting a bit.

What did you say?

Oh, nothing, Doctor.

I was just talking to him,

I suppose.

What were you

discussing?

Doctor, are you

absolutely certain

that he isn't aware

of us?

Nurse Jacquard,

I have monitored him

for 24 hours a day

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