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Dude, what are you doing? Are you nuts, or what?

You are crazy.

At least you're not bleeding.

I had a guy once with an open cut.

Didn't even notice.

How can you not notice?

Careful.

Damn!

Help!

Hey, you! Stop that!

Goddamn it, Ben! It's always the same with you.

Tension pneumothorax.

Who is that?

That is Dr. Ben Weber.

Morning.

BERLIN ER

Finally.

- Yes, sorry. It took... - Coffee?

She's been a pain in the neck for days.

If I don't deliver by next week, it's not just me out of a job, I'm telling you.

Like I have time for broken printers right now.

I don't give a shit about it until May 1st is behind us.

No, I don't want her up here.

No amount of money or cleaners is enough to make that ward look good.

Tell Raths' assistant this:

We have a new head of the ER now.

A really good internist this time.

She just came in. I'm about to show her around.

I don't want her running away like the others.

Take care of it.

After our last video call, I wasn't sure you would show up.

Our hospital has 618 beds and about 30,000 stationary patients a year.

Roughly 300 physicians and about 600 nurses.

Don't ask me for any names.

- Mr. Beck, I just need a quick signature. - Not now. I'm giving a tour.

When it's bad, the ER has 250 patients.

Over 300 when it's really bad.

If you ask me, we don't need an ER.

Useless! It just costs us!

Gynecology, pediatrics.

Insurance payouts never cover the costs.

If we could focus on cardiac surgery, intensive care, radiology,

then we could make it work, maybe.

I was sure I'd get an ulcer before finding a new head of ER.

And then you sent me that email.

You're a little young.

But I spoke to your ex-boss, Dr. Ruben Vogl.

Oh, yeah?

He said you'd rock this joint.

Salaam.

Good morning, Dr. Beck.

You talked to Ruben?

Yes, of course.

What did he tell you?

That your geriatrics department worked out very well.

It improved across the board under my management.

Patient turnaround increased by 25%.

Mortality decreased considerably and...

You do know what kind of place this is?

The KRANK has a reputation.

It doesn't put me off.

Why did you leave Munich?

I needed a new challenge.

It was time for something new.

You've come to the right place.

Does it hurt?

The pain's killing me!

Ms. Krause, this is our new department head, Dr. Suzanna Parker.

- Hi. - Hi.

The nurses are the only reason why this hospital doesn't fall apart.

I haven't peed once in the last eight hours.

And for humor, we have our specialist Dr. Ertan.

Ms. Krause, see if you can find someone to show Dr. Parker around.

- Listen, Dr. Parker. - Right.

Have a good look around and make my life easier. Okay?

Sure.

Welcome to the KRANK, Dr. Parker.

Thanks.

- Sorry. Yes? - All good.

No, I'm giving a tour.

Can we get everyone together? I'd like to introduce myself.

Have fun.

Where did you work before?

I was head of Geriatrics at the University Hospital of Munich.

Emina, can you show Dr. Parker around?

I have to hand over to Ben.

If I can even find him.

This is the head physician's phone.

Thanks.

And the changing rooms are where?

ER, head nurse Krause.

Excuse me, what? Hello?

HEAD OF ER

Not that way round, you moron.

I cooked you up something really nice today.

A palate cleanser of sodium chloride, a spritzer of ondansetron,

fresh pantoprazole, a hint of thiamine,

and to round it off, the classic, acetaminophen.

- What are... - Hands off.

Are you on Grindr or what?

Yeah. My ICP patient's son is so hot it's a joke.

Let me see.

Unlike you. You look like shit.

Thanks for the sympathy, asshole.

I shouldn't have left you at the club with all that ket.

- Fuck. - What?

Fuck, I...

I've got surgery on the cracked hip later.

Please, no!

As your doctor, and just as someone with eyes, I wouldn't recommend it, Ben.

I have to get to my pre-surgery patient.

Okay, hold. This way round.

Bag's almost done. You'll survive.

Which is tragic because you'll have a fucker of a hangover.

So, then...

So, for you, it's normal to just stab a knife into someone?

Girl, you don't get it.

I mean, I get that you don't know what to do with your life, but...

go find something real, okay?

EMT, coming through.

Hello?

EMT...

So I thought about applying for med school, but, you know, my grades...

So now I'm doing a traineeship here.

Bro, can you shut her up? Worse than a stab in the ass.

But I'm the one keeping you from bleeding to death.

- Up with you. - Twenty if you shut up...

Not you. Her. You stay down.

Concentrate.

Bro, we'll ice them for you!

Nice friends...

What are they staring at?

They haven't even started. That's for sure.

You're pretty biased.

Just 40 years of job experience.

Want to bet? Twenty?

- No. - Thought so.

Shit, I forgot the straps.

I forgot the straps. I have to get them, okay?

Do you have to pat my ass all the time?

Believe me, stroking your zitty ass is hardly my dream.

A whole day with that girl and I'd kill myself.

Careful, she's still my colleague.

Even if she's a pain in the ass sometimes.

I've been waiting to do the handover!

Take it easy on me, will you?

If you can't work hungover, don't be a trauma surgeon.

Emina?

Got any plans?

You asking me out on a date?

I have to operate on that hip from yesterday at noon.

Have fun.

Please, Emina...

Dude, I just pulled a 20-hour shift.

Me too.

Come on. I'll take your 24-hour shift next week, okay?

And my night shifts on the weekend.

- The weekend? - The weekend.

Well, okay.

- Bye then. See you! - I'll do it.

Yes?

- Deal. - Good.

There's a car accident and a suspected spleen injury.

Why don't you do them?

"I have to operate that hip from yesterday at noon."

- Oh, my head. - Oh, yeah?

Thank you.

Hey, you little shit! Get out of here!

Ah, Ben.

Hey, Ben. Finally.

Do me a favor and show Dr. Parker around, okay?

Who?

Everyone else is busy.

Have we met?

Well, doesn't matter.

You found the changing room, great.

Hold on to this then and come with me, okay? Come.

Can you get me a stapler from the cart?

Stapler.

Sorry!

I'll raise the bed to see you better. There.

- Wonderful. - Hi.

I brought some backup.

- Can you get the swabs ready? - On it.

She's new here. It'll take a while.

Do you feel anything?

Great.

Thank you. That's enough.

Okay.

Worked a night shift?

Night shift?

Yeah, yeah.

And the stapler.

This might sting a bit, Ms. Schneider, okay?

So, on three.

One...

Here. Girl!

Can you take a picture of me, please?

I need a photo.

Please.

Please, it's for my mom.

With ass or without?

Without. What's wrong with you?

Perfect.

Thanks, girl.

Olaf! We're flying around back here.

Olaf!

Olaf! Dude, what's up?

You drive like a wacko, okay?

How far is it, bro?

Shut up back there. We're almost there.

- What? - Or we swap, and I'll come back there.

Watch it, you!

Moron...

Hey, can you ease off a bit?

Sure, and let's enjoy the sights too.

Hold tight and shut it tight.

Okay, ready?

Hey, that door's shut.

You don't say!

It's still shut.

- Or you can walk, okay? - It's still shut!

It opens for us, see?

What's your problem? Buy yourself some glasses!

So?

"So" yourself.

You owe me 50.

No, you cheated.

Oh, no. You said the guy had a bottle in his ass.

I said root vegetable.

And, it so happens, you forgot to say you found him in a garden plot.

Yeah.

I just used my home field advantage.

You look pretty shitty.

- Weren't you on shift last night already? - Yeah.

Now I'm filling in for our party boy.

Hangover.

That's as predictable as it is boring.

Who's the kid?

Took a knife in the ass.

No, I mean your new colleague.

Oh, her.

A pair of rolling eyes on two legs. No matter what I say.

Feisty.

That guy's such a pain in the neck.

You'd think a knife in the ass would teach you a lesson, but...

Hi.

I'm Olivia.

Emina.

So let's teach him a lesson.

Hello. I'm Dr. Ertan. Let's have a look.

Feel free. It's all yours.

I'm so glad you're here, Dr. Ertan.

- Yes. You see it too, right? - Yes.

I don't know what to say.

Maybe a colostomy bag or something?

Maybe a puncture of the outer sphincter muscle.

That may well mean a colostomy bag.

Wait...

I don't get it. What are you talking about?

You probably have to wear a feces bag for the rest of your life.

What's "feces" mean?

Your shit.

A shit bag?

No, man. No way.

Do something! I can't shit in a bag forever!

First, we're not on a first-name basis.

And second, there's a waiting list for surgery my colleague has to put you on.

- It might take a while. - It's long.

- Super long. - Listen, what happened,

it was nothing personal, okay?

It's your colleague's driving. Gave me fucking brain trauma.

Had nothing to do with you.

Get me on the list. Please! I got five little siblings.

- I'll see what I can do. - I can't shit in a bag!

- I'll see what I can do. - Really?

Usually, I don't wear this underneath.

I couldn't take it off because of the pain.

All good. Suits you.

It's not the first time he's dislocated it either.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, last time he...

It's fine to keep that private, okay?

On three, okay?

And one...

- All good. - Just lay back.

There you go.

How do you feel?

It feels a little better actually.

Just take it easier on the swing next time.

Do we normally treat them without a nurse?

Yeah. We're understaffed. Always.

Weekends are a nightmare.

That okay?

And

be sure to go on the rotas on the shared drive fast enough

to cheat your shifts a bit before the boss notices anything.

- Sweet. - All the best.

Yeah...

You take care, okay?

Can't anything here just work for once?

What's the team like here?

How are the people?

Good. May-Lee, have a look? This isn't working again.

Dr. Ertan doesn't really take to newbies, right?

Emina's all right.

Yes, thanks.

Is she the same with bosses?

- She was with the last four. - Four?

Well, this year's four.

Steffen always finds a new idiot for the job.

Why did the last one leave?

Mental breakdown.

May 1st, almost 300 patients

high, drunk, street fight wounds, and so on.

May 1st kind of thing.

Piece of shit. Printer doesn't work.

- And you didn't want the job because... - We run the show from the sidelines.

The bosses are clueless, but we get it done.

- Bosses, right? - Right.

Right. What's Beck like?

Forget about Beck.

He thinks the ER is shit.

We don't make money.

Tour over.

Dr. Weber, I've been here all day.

- Ms. Scholtz! - I need help.

Someone will be right with you.

I'm taken. My emergency pager just went off.

- Bear with us. - I've been here all morning...

Right, someone will be right with you.

Why don't you treat the patient?

A faker. She's always here.

Hello.

- You are Miss... - Scholtz.

Ms. Scholtz.

I'll send you a doctor. Just a bit of patience, please.

Have a seat...

I know you all think I'm crazy, but you can't just ignore me.

And we're not.

We'll be right with you. Someone will come to you.

- Zanna, hey. - Hey.

- Everything all right with you? - Yeah.

How are you? What are you up to?

What did you tell Steffen Beck?

Nothing, why?

You must have told him something.

Just that you're a good physician

and that I was sad you left.

It's the truth.

Like me, he probably wondered why you'd go to the country's shittiest hospital.

Okay.

Is that why you called?

- Don't you think there might be... - No.

- We need to sort... - Right, but no. Not now. For sure.

- Zanna, hello? - Let's not do this now.

Some other time. I'll call you, okay?

- What does that mean? - Okay, great.

- Couple days, weeks? - I'll be in touch.

When's the doctor coming?

Sorry, I haven't become fluent in Spanish in the last five minutes.

Sit down, please.

Good morning, Germany's best ER team!

How are your succulents, dear?

They told me to come for examination today.

Be patient, please, miss. One of our doctors will see you shortly.

Who did you come for?

The hyperthyroid patient's moving to us.

You have a new boss? You didn't want to do it, Dr. Ertan?

If I wanted to manage clowns, I'd join the circus.

- Is there no signal at all here? - No. You're the new boss, right?

Yes.

I'm Dominik Kohn. Everyone calls me Dom.

Assistant doctor to Internal, so I'm here often.

- Hi. Hello. - A warm welcome to KRANK, Dr. Parker.

You're the first friendly face I've seen here today.

In all fairness, upstairs we take breaks, take time for our patients.

Emergency!

He's been shot!

Guys, stand back! Stay right there!

He's bleeding!

Another gunshot wound coming in!

A passerby was caught in the cross fire.

- Got it. - Arrival in two minutes.

Jenny, we need to flip him.

- Bro! - Jenny, let's go...

Stay clear from the head!

- Get ready... - Let me help.

He needs help!

- Jenny? - Nothing. Lay him down.

- Hey, you two, out of the shock room! - He's bleeding!

Coming through! Out of the way!

Someone will be right with you.

Okay, what do we have?

Bullet wound to the shoulder.

Okay, got it.

- What's your name? - Basem.

Basem, I'm Dr. Parker.

We need more compresses over here, please!

Coming.

All right.

Basem, can you squeeze my hand?

Exit wound, surgery can wait.

- Do you have any other injuries? - No, no.

Shit...

- We need security here. - No. No security.

What's your bro's name?

Baraa.

- Baraa? - Yeah?

Cops'll be all over this place. Do us all a favor and get his gun out of here.

You got it.

You'll be okay, bro.

We need a doctor!

Got it.

Squeeze here with your hand.

Someone will be right with you, okay?

Can you get these people out of here, please?

Airways are clear.

I've got a pulse.

Nothing on the chest.

Not his blood, I think.

Back's also clear.

No entry wounds, but blood in his mouth. We'll get access, then to angio-CT.

He's in shock. I can't get access.

Ultrasound over here, please!

- I'll do an IO access. - Takes too long.

- No, IO is fine. - I'll get access with the ultrasound!

- This isn't my first job. - Oh, yeah?

Where are you going?

Hold the head, please.

Come on. What's wrong here?

No battery. You need to plug it in.

Socket's over there.

Out of the way! Back up, please!

Out of the way!

Guys, do me a favor and back up a bit.

You can't be serious.

- Reception has an extension cord. - What exten... Are you kidding?

Reception has an extension cord.

Cord too short?

- IV, please. - Thorax shot wound.

Initial breathing problems solved with a tube.

Sufficient respiration. Initially only spontaneous.

Approximately two liters of blood loss.

Jenny, call Surgery and Anesthetics and tell CT we're coming.

We stabilized her with an IV and packing.

Blood loss is the issue.

No other patient info.

Thanks for the handover. We're moving her.

One, two, three!

There, thanks.

Passerby needs to go to the OR now.

She's intubated, but mean pressure's sagging.

Same here.

There's room for one patient only, Dr. Parker.

She goes up.

That's a mistake.

She's an innocent bystander.

She goes. I'll talk to them. Will you take over here?

- Tell Surgery mine's going first. - You heard the new boss.

Every day a new fucking boss.

- She's the new boss? - Yes, Ben. She's your new boss.

If mine bites the dust, those guys outside will storm this place.

We won't treat anyone anymore!

It's a bitch but I'm right.

Tell them mine's going first.

Yes.

Call me once the next OR is free.

When Surgery calls, last shot wound goes up.

Dr. Ertan?

Dr. Ertan, why's your patient going first?

Because it's the right choice.

I had already made a choice.

I have no idea how many shootings you had in shitty geriatrics,

but this isn't rheumatism or femoral neck fractures.

It's not my first shooting.

DR. CLUELESS

Dr. Parker?

- Yes. - Patient Scholtz has been here for hours.

She comes to me every half hour.

What is it today? The plague? Cholera? Leprosy?

We'll provide care for absolutely every...

Sorry.

Can you please attend to her then?

Yeah.

You could have introduced yourself.

We're hardly friends.

Go and attend to Lena Scholtz.

Ah, Ms. Scholtz.

This is Dr. Parker.

Because of your long wait, you get head physician treatment today.

Just come with me.

- Just a sec. Let me grab your file. - Just follow the lady.

I need the file for Lena Scholtz, please.

- Room two is free. - Okay, thanks.

You can just give me the file.

And could you throw this away? Thank you.

Straight ahead, Ms. Scholtz.

- Yeah. - Fifty?

She'll last three days.

Max.

Ms. Scholtz.

You were here every day this week, right?

You saw five doctors and each of them confirmed

independently there are no physical causes for your symptoms.

The nurses saw my seizure yesterday.

They actually said that it didn't look like a seizure.

I'm not a wacko.

And nobody's saying that.

It's just that,

from a medical point of view...

The doctor yesterday was so rude too.

He said I was faking it and told me to leave, but how do I leave if I can't walk?

You did come in today though without a problem.

It comes and goes. Exactly like I told you.

Listen, we did a CT of your head.

We checked your blood.

Neurology examined you. I'm at a loss.

You should be ashamed.

Excuse me?

You don't care at all about your patients.

All your results are negative.

I wish you all the best.

I'm not leaving.

Then you have two options.

Either you leave on your own with your child,

or with security.

Fabian, let's go.

I told you there was more to come today.

I won the bet.

You're so awesome, Olaf.

Maybe you'll learn from me after all?

Three shot, one stabbed.

Congrats. I'll give you your 20 tomorrow.

- I didn't create the world. - Pelican 2611?

Tourists drove a beer bicycle down the stairs into a subway station.

Several light injuries.

Something else for a change.

Pelican 2611. On our way.

Okay?

Get over it.

Next.

Give me the backpack.

What happened?

Ms. Scholtz jumped in front of a van.

Sorry.

- Monitoring? - Yep, got it.

Trixie?

The kid.

They're taking her for a CT scan.

Right, good.

Are you okay?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I...

What?

Threw her out?

Yeah, me too.

Get yourself back to Munich.

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