Awake Page #7

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Beresford transplant...

operating room B.

Becky, it's me.

Listen, get her up

and get her dressed now.

I'm coming back.

Becky, just do it, okay?

My car is downstairs.

Doctor?

Larry.

You're not going to believe what...

Over here!

[police radio chatter in distance]

Stop! Hands up!

Ah!

Give me the heart.

[Man]

Heartbeat in position.

Get a 3-0 ready.

[Woman]

No, no, no. It's too fast.

- What if...

- I'll do the worrying.

Here, watch that clamp.

[Man]

Pick up stitch.

Come on, come on.

Load the Milrinone.

Just give me time. We need to move.

Come here.

- What the f*** is going on?

- Relax.

Look, what did I tell you?

I told you I was going

to look after you, didn't I?

You trusted me this far,

so just keep quiet.

I almost forgot.

I've had this way too long

to leave this behind.

Three-one.

Wet his hands.

[Woman]

John, we're running out of time.

We're almost there.

We're almost there.

Scissor.

Cut.

Head down, pressure down.

Cross clamp off.

[EKG beeping]

- We got rhythm.

- Looks good.

I can't go with you.

What?

They want you.

You're the one who

injected the heart, not me.

They don't want me.

Sam.

I'm sorry.

I'm just the grieving

widow, remember?

I didn't do anything wrong.

- Yeah, you did.

- No!

[Iock clicks]

Going to be kind of hard

to play a grieving widow

with your fingerprints

all on the syringe.

Jack.

Jack, come on.

Let me in.

[jostles door knob]

Jack.

[laughs]

Come on.

Please?

Goddamn you.

Open the f***ing door.

Open the door now!

Jack, please!

- [pounding]

- Open the f***ing door.

Bye, Sam.

Jack!

[Man]

Closing the chest. Pressure okay?

[Neyer]

No Vicryl.

Sop it wet.

Yeah.

[Man]

Scissor, please.

Cut.

[sighs]

Great job.

Well, we do what we can.

Amazing.

[EKG beeping rapidly]

[flatlines]

God damn it.

- He's in fib.

- Sh*t.

Get me an amp of eppy now.

[Lilith]

Clay.

Come on, Clayton.

I'm trying to be a hero here.

Don't make me look bad.

I'm going to stay here with you.

There's no one left

for me out there anyway.

You don't need anyone else.

You do it yourself, Clay.

- You're strong.

- I'm not him.

I tried, Mom.

Really, I did, but...

I'm just not him.

[Man]

He's still in fib.

- Clay.

- Never going to be.

- [Neyer] Charge the paddles.

- I don't want you to be.

[Woman]

We're losing him.

[defibrillator charging]

Clear.

[Lilith]

Come on.

I have to show you something.

I don't want to see this.

I'm afraid you have to.

- [children singing "Jingle Bells" on TV]

- Remember, Clay?

[Clay]

I am remembering.

I'm watching the TV.

What do you want from me?

[Lilith]

No, you're not. Look.

- [clatter]

- [indistinct chatter]

[Lilith]

You're listening.

[Clayton, Sr.]

...are we going to talk about this, Lilith?

How many f***ing times?

[Clay]

I don't want to remember anymore.

- Jesus, don't you ever shut up?

- [Lilith] You never did.

I gotta get the f*** out of here.

[Clay]

This is bullshit.

This is just

my imagination, that's all.

[Lilith]

Just watch.

[electrical crackle]

Come on, Clayton. Come on.

- [Man] No change.

- Give me 300.

Start mixing amio.

- Clayton, come on.

- Charge.

Clear.

[Young Clay]

Daddy?

[shouting]

Hey! Hey! Stop talking.

[indistinct chatter]

Dad.

All right, I heard you the first time!

Come on, Clayton. It's Christmas.

Put it on.

Ah!

- Daddy, please!

- F***ing b*tch. Jesus!

Don't you two ever shut up?

This is what you want, Lilith, isn't it?

Huh? How's this look?

This make you happy?

Daddy, please!

All right. That's it!

[Lilith]

Please leave him alone.

Couldn't keep your mouth shut,

could you, Clay?

- Clayton.

- Come here.

- Please.

- Come here!

- Clayton!

- Come here!

[thump]

I said leave him alone.

[sighs]

[defibrillator charging]

- Still in fib.

- Give me 360.

- We lost him.

- No. Again.

- 360.

- Clear.

[siren wailing]

[Lilith]

You didn't want to remember, Clay.

I let you forget

because I thought the truth

would be too hard to live with.

I thought I was protecting you.

But all I did

was cause you more pain.

I am so sorry.

I'm not proud

of what I became, Clay,

but I am proud

of what you've become.

You're a hundred times

the man he was.

You always were.

It's time for you to live.

[defibrillator charging]

[Neyer]

Clayton...

Stop.

We got him.

Welcome back, Clayton.

Welcome back.

[indistinct chatter]

[Jack]

At 6:
32 this morning,

on Thursday, the first of November,

Clayton Beresford, Jr.,

died on my operating table.

Two and a half hours later,

his life was saved.

There are no excuses for what we did.

There's no defense,

no one to blame but us.

We got what we deserved.

Clay would have his revenge,

and justice would finally be served.

For despite all the secrets,

despite all the lies and a...

a terrible loss,

only thing really matters now.

He... is... awake.

## [instrumental]

## [rock]

# You rely on someone else #

# To make you feel all right #

# As far as I'm concerned #

# That's no kind of life #

# You rely on someone else #

# To make you feel all right #

# As far as I'm concerned #

# That's no kind of life #

# You rely on someone else #

# To make you feel all right #

# As far as I'm concerned #

# That's no kind of life #

# That's no kind of life #

# You rely on someone else #

# To make you feel all right #

# As far as I'm concerned #

# That's no kind of life #

# That's no kind of life #

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