Flatliners Page #6

Atonement?

Wait a goddamn minute.

Jesus, you're always

running away from me.

Why don't you talk to me?

My father shot himself

when I was five.

And you feel responsible?

There was a door in our hallway

I wasn't supposed to go in.

Kids always feel responsible.

You could not have been the blame.

You said it yourself.

People we wronged want revenge.

I don't know if this will help,

but going to see Winnie Hicks today...

I don't know how to explain it,

but it lifted...

Somehow just asking for forgiveness...

Winnie Hicks is alive.

My father's dead.

Your father is in a good place.

He wants you to let him go.

Then why is he back?

- Here.

- Where the hell are we?

We should get your face looked at

at a hospital.

Come on.

This is a shortcut.

I can't believe

I remember all of this.

Holy sh*t!

The neighborhood's falling apart.

Nelson, give me the keys.

Step on a crack

Break your mother's back

Olly, olly, oxen free!

Last one over is a rotten egg.

Come on, boys,

salvation just ahead.

This is a graveyard.

- Where the f*** are you, Nelson?

- This isn't funny anymore.

It never was.

- Where the hell are you?

- Right here.

This is where Billy lives.

Wake up, you little sh*t!

You got company!

Want to know how

I knew he was here?

'Cause I put him here.

Billy Mahoney!

Stop, Nelson.

No, don't do it!

Please stop.

I was taken away from my family

when I was nine years old.

I was sent

to Stoneham School for Boys.

I thought I'd paid my dues!

It was an accident.

Let's go home, okay?

Dave's right.

I can still make amends.

How?

Joe, I gotta borrow your car.

Nelson, wait!

Oh, my God.

Hello?

What?

Where?

Ah, Jesus. All right.

Hold on a minute.

Nelson freaked out.

Joe and Steckle are stranded.

You be all right alone?

Are you sure?

Daddy.

Sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

Will you forgive me?

Will you ever forgive me?

Oh, my daddy!

Billy Mahoney died 17 years ago.

Nelson feels responsible.

- Jesus Christ! Any idea where he went?

- Something about making amends.

How can you make amends

with somebody who's dead?

- Would he try to flatline without us?

- That would be suicide.

No, it's Nelson.

Where are you?

David's trying to find you.

I wanted to say I was sorry.

Please tell David...

I'm sorry for getting

any of you involved.

No. You don't understand.

None of that matters now.

Everything matters.

Everything we do matters.

That's why I'm going under again.

Wait.

- Good-bye, Rachel.

- Tell me where you are.

- I really am sorry.

- Please wait.

- We're paying for our arrogance.

- Save it, Randy.

Good thing I didn't flatline.

My 350-pound baby-sitter would chase me

with a pastrami sandwich I stole.

Okay, Billy Mahoney, come on.

I'm gonna catch you!

Oh, God!

Body temp down to 78.

- Potassium. He used potassium!

- Christ!

Electrodes!

Calcium in.

- Nothing.

- Go again.

- Clear!

- Nothing.

Up to 360. Clear!

Nothing.

I can't hear anything.

- He called. It's been over nine minutes.

- Nine minutes?

Let's intubate.

- Breathe!

- Damn! The trachea's too tight.

Try again.

Come on!

Stop, Billy!

Stop, Billy! Stop!

Get him!

Eppy in!

- Breathe!

- Nothing.

- 88 degrees.

- Get 4 milligrams of atropine ready.

- All right. Atropine intratracheal.

- This is a truckload.

This has got to work.

Come on back, Nelson.

Come on, come on, Nelson.

Come on.

- He's been dead 10 minutes.

- Bretylium!

- No, he's not in V-fib.

- He's dead.

- Eppy intracardial!

- No, Rachel!

Just do it!

Stop! Don't!

Don't do it, Billy!

I'm sorry!

Starting CPR!

It's been 12 minutes.

He is dead!

- Forget about it. We lost him!

- No, you son of a b*tch!

Dave, stop it!

Let him go.

We're all responsible for this.

- Maybe we deserve this.

- No. It's not fair and it's not right.

I'm sorry, God. I'm sorry we stepped

on your f***ing territory!

I'm sorry!

Isn't that enough?

Apparently not.

I'll call the police.

I could hear it in his voice

on the phone.

Nelson felt he deserved to die.

Bullshit!

It was a mistake.

He was just a little kid!

And he doesn't deserve to die!

Come on, Nelson!

Come on, Nelson.

Come on, come on.

Charged! Clear!

Wait!

Oh, my God!

I got a pulse! We've got him!

- We've f***ing got him!

- Nelson, pick up the beat!

Easy, easy. Don't rush him.

Oh, my God.

Come on, Nelson, pick up the beat.

Don't rush him.

That's it. That's it.

There we go.

Hail Mary, praise Jesus,

all that stuff.

Thank you, Jesus.

Hi, Nelson.

Don't talk.

I've got to get this on tape.

He said...

it wasn't such a good day to die.

Thank you.

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