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

nurse business helped either.

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

knows where I am before I--

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.

The subject opens eyes

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.

No dolls or party dresses

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.

I can hardly blame him.

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.

At least you'd better hope

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.

He was a total basket case

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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