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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!

None of you had the foresight or balls

to do any of this until I did it.

You want to go next?

Be my guest.

F*** the rest of you!

This is my idea.

You're just tourists.

I would've gone 3:30, maybe 3:40.

I still might.

But, Joe, 4:
25 is crazy.

We're pushing the five minute mark.

Dangerous! Zucchini land!

You're a sh*t, Joe.

You said you loved me, Joe.

I love you, Joe.

Skelator?

Are you listening to me?

Thanks for staying.

I'm on early shift at the hospital.

You seem fine,

so I'll see you later.

Wait.

- About tonight.

- Don't try to talk me out of it.

Why are you doing this?

Look, I've lost people

that are close to me.

I want to make sure they've gone

to a good place. It does seem trivial.

To tell you the truth, it's the best

reason I've heard yet for going.

There's something I didn't tell you

about last night.

I had this feeling that if I had gone

any further...

that there was something out there

protecting me.

You know, something good.

So you don't need to go under.

Does the atheist now believe in God?

I'm trying to tell you...

that I don't want you to do it.

Just think about all I'll have

to talk about...

when you bring me back.

I'm dying.

Don't lie to me.

You've put up a great fight.

Sometimes we just have to let go.

That's what the voices say.

What voices?

They say, "Have you done enough?

Have you told everyone you loved them?"

I have. I have.

It's okay.

They're friendly voices.

They're just telling you

what you need to know.

What?

That you have someplace to go.

Do you believe that?

I do.

Yes, I do.

Hey, Fellatio!

Got a match?

Well, I do!

Your face and my ass.

- Your breath made of buffalo fart!

- Do I know you?

You don't know jackshit!

Butt-wipe! Needle-dick! Cock-bite!

Jack-off! Limp-wrist!

Corn-hole! Banana-breath!

Sh*t-bird! Bird-turd! Turd-face!

Kiss-ass! Brown-Nose! Macho wimp!

Limp-dick! Fart-face! Tire-merchant!

What's the matter?

Gonna cry? Crybaby Davie.

Cry, cry, cry!

Sh*t-face. Rat-turd.

Ass-licking son of a b*tch.

How'd it happen?

I was playing hockey.

- About last night.

- It's okay.

No-show Labraccio.

This really isn't like him.

It's his way of trying to stop me.

It won't work. I'm ready.

I don't think it is a good idea

to do this without David.

- We don't need Dave.

- Can you do this?

Can you trust me?

No, but let's do it anyway.

Nitrous on.

See you soon.

- How long has she been under?

- 1:
20.

We're bringing her back.

Click that blanket to warm. Body temp?

- She hasn't been under long enough.

- Do it.

- We said 4:
25.

- Just do it!

Don't expect hugs and kisses

for this.

Waiting for body temp to rise.

Aborting fourth experiment. Why, Dave?

Ask Dr. Death.

- 90 degrees.

- What's going on?

Nothing. Bringing Rachel back early.

That's all.

- That's all?

- Don't start now! Think about Rachel.

Joe's right. 91 degrees.

Let's be ready.

I told you not to go in there!

I told you not to do that!

It's your fault!

- Nothing!

- Take me up to 300.

- You're hot.

- Clear.

- Come on, Rachel.

- Not a thing. 2:05.

- You're hot.

- Come on, Rachel.

- Got her!

- You don't have her!

- It's okay, we'll get her.

- Step me up to 360. Clear.

What the hell is going on?

What'd you do to me? I had her.

A fuse. Short.

Maybe a circuit.

- Joe, you charged the battery, right?

- Sh*t!

Starting CPR.

Bag her.

- 3-1,000. 4-1,000. 5-1,000. Breathe.

- No pulse.

Begin. 1-1,000.

- This is not working. Joe, take over.

- I got her.

She's been under four minutes.

We're moving to Bretylium.

It's the only way.

- It's our last chance.

- Don't. You will fry her.

Please don't.

You bring her back.

Come on.

Lidocaine in.

Come on, Manus.

Come on back to us.

I got something.

I hear something.

O2. O2.

She's back.

- Why did you stop us?

- Something strange happened on the EI.

- That's why you stopped us?

- There was this girl. Winnie Hicks.

I was in elementary school with her.

We used to make fun of her.

I was on the train.

I heard someone call me names.

I turned, I swear to God,

and she was standing in front of me.

- Still only 10 years old.

- Maybe it was an hallucination.

Maybe you fell asleep,

thoughts triggered by submerged guilt.

I was not asleep.

I've seen odd things from my past, too.

I thought it might be brain damage.

In your case, it probably is.

I'm getting this on tape.

- Shut that off. This is personal.

- Go ahead, Joe.

I've been haunted by images of women

I videotaped without them knowing.

They're all members

of the Joe Hurley video library.

What?

What about you, Nelson?

Who's come looking for you?

I think his name's Billy Mahoney,

an eight-year-old kid we picked on.

- It was no big deal.

- No big deal, huh?

Then tell us what happened

to your face.

Sometimes the little fella

gets carried away.

Wait a minute. Wait.

I can understand...

Dave nodding off and pervert here

having flashbacks.

This guy physically touches you? It is

not hallucination and is not possible.

This whole lab's not possible.

Or is it?

- This is too weird.

- Weird? We've experienced death.

Somehow we brought our sins

back physically, and they're pissed.

When did you know about this?

I had my suspicions after Joe went.

- Before we went? You didn't say a word!

- That was wrong.

I thought we were doctors, scientists.

You call yourself a scientist?

It is reckless and unethical for you

to withhold findings from us.

Rachel Manus may have the answers

to life and death.

Five minutes. Imagine that!

She was under for five minutes!

If she walks out of that ladies room

with those answers...

the whole world will worship her.

Just like you do.

You should've told us.

- You wouldn't have done it.

- We would've had a choice!

We're f***ed.

You all right?

I'm okay.

I said I was fine!

You guys gonna watch me?

Come on, Billy Mahoney.

Come on.

Give me your best shot.

I dare you.

I f***ing dare you.

Things from our past?

They want revenge?

I don't know.

I'm not exactly sure how it works.

But if you see anything...

talk to me about it.

Whatever it is,

tell the doctor.

I'll be in the living room

if you need me.

Is it people who we've...

hurt or wronged in some way?

Did something happen tonight?

Want to talk to me about something?

Try to get some rest.

- How is she doing?

- I think she's hiding something.

- Like what? Heebie-jeebie stuff?

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