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Patrick
Who's there?
Sebastian.
Sebastian!
Hmm?
A word.
You have to give me
something, Sebastian.
Something more
than this.
Project scope.
Repatriation
of the long-term comatose.
Hmm.
Progress report:
on track.
Hmm.
Two words.
I gave you a page of space.
It was supposed to be a hint.
What did you want me to do,
write an essay?
I don't have time, and they
wouldn't understand it anyway.
I know that.
You know that.
But do they want
to hear that?
You're the chairman,
for God's sake.
I'm the chairman
of a pack of sharks.
They smell blood
in the water,
they'll rip me to pieces.
You know the business
I'm in.
It's not medicine.
It's PR.
And I can't pretend that that
Though I'm not responsible
every time so prepubescent
gets cold feet and decides
to bugger off.
Look, don't bring the curtain
down on me.
I'm closer now
than I've ever been.
You better be.
You bloody well
better be.
I can give you
two months maximum.
Then you've got to come up
with some of your own magic.
Right?
Right.
You're getting soft
in your old age,
you know that?
WOMAN:
I feel that my...
I know that my...
I'm sure that my--
Oh, sh*t. Sh*t, sh*t.
Hello?
Hello?
Matron Cassidy?
You're early.
Oh, the GPS on my phone
Follow me.
Well, you certainly
seem qualified,
academically speaking.
But we're engaged
in more than theory here.
Oh, I'm excited
by this opportunity--
I can't afford to take
any chances.
We don't have
that luxury here.
Traumatic brain injury stream.
Yes.
Result?
High distinction.
The eye characteristic
a grade 2
on the Glasgow Coma Scale.
Oh.
in response
to painful stimuli.
Patient has been in a vegetative
state for several months.
What are the complications
to the digestive system?
An excess secretion
of stomach acids.
With an increased risk
of gastric ulceration.
So you're an expert.
Are you going to tell me
how to do my job?
No, Doctor.
Mm-hmm.
We're doing remarkable
things here.
Are you ready to do remarkable
things, Miss Jacquard?
Yes.
Yes, I am.
Hire her.
The pay is minimum,
the hours abominable,
and I reserve the right
to terminate your employment
without notice.
Agreed?
Hmm. Not a bad fit.
It's almost new, too.
The last one wasn't around
long enough to get it all grimy.
What happened?
Mmm... I don't know.
I came in one day and the
ice queen told me she was gone.
Got the impression
she went AWOL.
This place has a revolving door
on it.
I'm the only one stupid enough
to stick around.
Oh, sh*t. Sorry.
I'm not selling it very well,
am I?
Crusty old place, isn't it?
Used to be a convent.
Rooms no one's been in
for years.
Bit of a maze, really.
Couple of the other nurses
reckoned it was haunted.
But the only spook I've ever
seen around here is Cassidy.
She's not exactly
friendly, is she?
It's mostly bark.
Still, you can't really blame
her for being a bit cranky.
She grew up in here.
for her.
Just Dr. Roget
and the zombies.
Oh, she grew up here?
What do you mean?
Yeah. You didn't know?
She's his daughter.
I suppose they don't
advertise it.
It's kind of cute
in a creepy way.
Went to the family
business.
I have heard that she did
have a life once outside.
Well, a husband,
at least.
Supposedly he offed himself.
What's the doctor like?
Roget?
Um, lives in his
own world.
Down in the lab
most of the time.
Strictly off limits.
But you're the, um,
specialist.
You'll be helping him out
up here.
My strengths are bodily fluids
and sponge baths.
Ready to meet
the party crowd?
Car crash, motorcycle,
complications
from brain surgery,
stroke, boot to the head,
unlucky,
and hit a sand bar
diving off a pier.
My God.
What about visitors?
Relatives?
Count them on one hand.
People end up down here
because they're pretty much
forgotten.
It's an involuntary
muscle reaction.
It doesn't mean anything.
Sorry. I know.
You'll get used to it.
you do.
Nurse Williams.
A moment in my office,
please.
Whatever pickup line he used,
it worked.
Patrick, Kathy.
Kathy, Patrick.
He's pristine.
The muscle tone.
There's no wasting.
How?
Electrical treatments.
Drugs.
I don't really know.
He's Roget's
special project.
KATHY:
What happened to him?
Some kind of accident
with his family.
I think he was
the only survivor.
Hello, Patrick.
I felt like it was
on purpose.
Oh, if there's one thing
about our friend Patrick,
he doesn't do anything
on purpose.
It's an involuntary--
Muscle reaction.
You're learning fast.
Hello?
That's fine.
Let him go.
That's fine.
Well, fine for him.
That's Mr. Fraser,
our resident athlete.
What happened to him?
Electrical explosion.
He was a railway signalman,
whatever that is.
Come on.
He's obsessed with time.
Well, being on time.
On time for what?
Shh.
Come here.
He does it
every night.
Sometimes he sits up there
till the morning,
just to switch it off.
It was Roget's idea.
before he had something
to focus on.
The thing hadn't been
switched on in years.
Why is he here?
I mean, he can
definitely walk.
As far as I know
he came in the normal way:
on his back,
dead to the world.
Roget managed
to wake him up.
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.
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