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and bring me back to life.

With brain damage.

Resembling in many ways

a Cabbage Patch doll.

Not with a body temperature

of 86 degrees.

Dr. Manus,

will you handle the injections?

Wait a minute. Quite simply,

why are you doing this?

To see if there's anything out there

beyond death.

Philosophy failed.

Religion failed.

Now it's up to the physical sciences.

I think mankind deserves to know.

You're doing this for mankind?

This letter absolves you

of any responsibility just in case.

This isn't for mankind.

This is for Nelson.

Why do I see you on 60 Minutes...

sandwiched between Andy Rooney

and a commercial?

Tonight, a young medical student who

dared to experience death and come back.

- Fame is inevitable.

- That's the wrong reason.

It's the right idea.

Dr. Hurley, electrodes.

Come on, Joe.

Don't you want to be

on 60 minutes?

Rachel, how about a little nitrous?

At least I get to go out

with a laugh.

Get the blanket.

We're all professionals.

I'm sure this will go smoothly.

If you die, can I have your apartment?

It's a joke. It's a joke!

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.

Can you hear the traffic

on the Lakeshore?

Underneath that there's a hum.

It's the street lights.

All right.

Even fainter,

I can hear a dragging sound.

It's getting louder.

I not only hear it,

I can feel it.

Well, your prognosis is excellent.

You'll look great on 60 Minutes.

It's bigger than that.

By the time you're through with it,

I'm sure it will be.

You're not buying any of this,

are you?

You forgot.

I'm an atheist.

- You all right for a few minutes?

- Yeah.

- How's he doing?

- Physically he's stable.

He's talking like Lazarus

back from the dead.

That's what we did.

We brought him back from the dead.

- What we did was get lucky.

- I would like to go next.

- Forget it.

- Me, too. Seriously.

- Why shouldn't we all get famous?

- That's not what this is about.

You'll be famous.

They'll build monuments to you.

Little stones about this high.

"Rest in peace."

Like it or not,

I'm going next.

I'm willing to go

- 1:
30.

- Are you two crazy?

Or are you so tragically competitive

that you'd bid with your lives?

That's it.

Not a bad price to pay

for fame and glory.

Die to be a hero if you want,

but don't die to be a celebrity.

Champ?

- Someone should stay with him tonight.

- I have class in three hours.

I will.

You okay?

I'd like to go home.

Are you okay?

You were hyperventilating.

Your blood pressure will rise

in the next 14 hours.

Cardiovascular vessels will constrict,

increasing your blood supply.

God, you're beautiful.

Get some rest.

I bet 24 hours ago you didn't think

you'd be spending the night here.

You were lucky last night, Nelson.

Don't push it.

I want to wish you two

the best of everything together.

I know you'll be healthy,

wealthy and happy in your wealth.

Hello.

May I speak to Anne Coldren?

- Hello.

- Anne?

Hi. I have been thinking about you

all day. How are you?

- Counting the days to Thanksgiving.

- Me, too.

I've got to transfer to a school

closer to you or get a faster car.

Maybe we should have gotten married

last summer.

My mother wasn't ready yet.

Honey, you're the best.

If anything

should ever happen...

- Joe, what's wrong?

- I don 't know. I'm tired.

I'm not making sense.

I should go.

- What's the matter? You're scaring me.

- It's okay, honey.

Nothing's wrong.

I love you.

Bye.

Ah, there.

It's a boy.

Nothing.

Starting CPR.

- CPR, adrenaline and nothing!

- 1:
45.

What's going on?

Come on, Joe!

- 3-1,000.

- Let me try.

- Breathe!

- We're running out of time.

- Let me try!

- I'm doing everything I can. Breathe!

- Let him try.

- Nelson, step back.

Got him! 02.

CPR successful.

Hurley lives.

It's okay, Joe.

- It was great.

- Here it comes.

- Just let him talk.

- Define "great."

I don't know.

It's not thinking about the past

or the future.

It's difficult to explain.

Maybe impossible.

Dying is funny that way.

Nelson's right. There definitely

is activity beyond death.

Absolutely.

The experience was strange.

It was almost erotic.

He's dead and he gets laid.

Wait a second.

What do you mean, "erotic"?

I don't want you to think it was

casually, wantonly sexual by any means.

That never would have occurred to me

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