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Why is it never the ground floor?

Don't just barge in there, Olivia!

Don't! Olivia.

Casual Berlin brunch.

Anyone call an ambulance?

Not us.

- Kinky outfit. - Thanks.

Can I take it off?

Nah, sorry. I'm on duty.

Over here, bedroom.

In the back, to the left.

See you.

There, behind the bed.

He was fine last time I saw him.

- When was that? - A few hours ago?

He's okay, right?

What's he on?

He was just fine.

He took some of this new stuff.

Olaf?

Keep it, Olivia.

What? No.

You gotta help him.

- We can't. He's dead. - What? No.

We need to call in a doctor.

Help!

- Over here! Over here! - She's over here.

Will someone please turn off the music?

- Oh, God. - Oral airway, Olivia.

She was fine just a minute ago.

Oxygen.

Olivia, we might be able to help her. But I need you fully focused, okay?

Yes, yes.

I just spoke to her.

Midazolam.

- She needs midazolam. - Yeah.

Nothing. Nothing!

She's not responding to it.

BERLIN ER

Homemade crumb cake should be in the cards, right?

Morning!

Good morning, everyone.

Great that you're all here.

Thanks for wedging yourselves in here like this.

A bit poky but we'll manage.

Viktoria.

- Hey. - Hey, lover.

What's up, baby?

Oh, breakfast in bed.

Minced meat roll. I smell the extra onions.

I've been here a few weeks now. I know it wasn't an easy start.

'Cause you came in here like the fucking Stasi, hon.

And I'd be delighted if we could just start over.

Look here.

New equipment.

Pack up.

And again. Here you go.

No using old needles, okay?

Understood?

Ciao!

Good?

Let me start by saying that I see how hard you all work.

I also see how difficult the working conditions are,

here and in the whole building.

Ciao.

I've reviewed the processes we have, or honestly, the lack of them,

and have some suggestions for change here,

hoping we can be more efficient

The first point is patient admissions.

Right now, this happens arbitrarily

Patients are rarely triaged.

Which is why, starting now, we'll be utilizing the Manchester Triage System.

That again!

Meaning that every patient who comes through the main entrance,

will be pre-examined by a nurse within 30 minutes of their arrival.

How will we do that?

- What do you mean? - Will you be hiring, then?

Mr Raisner has a question that's of interest to us all.

My question was how you plan to do it.

Are you hiring more people, or have you managed to make the day 30 hours?

There will be a rotation system for nurses.

Every two hours, one nurse is assigned exclusively to triage.

The problem we currently face is that

this ER is constantly absorbing all the work of the specialty care departments.

If we manage to triage well,

it will lead to the specialists treating their patients from the get-go.

We'll have room to breathe.

The second point is money.

We're forgoing a considerable portion of the case rates.

This is why, from now on, every diagnosis of every patient

coming through our door must be entered into the system,

including the chronic cases.

That's the only way to avoid forgoing otherwise easily attainable revenue.

Awesome. Now it's clear it's just about the money.

Which we need for this ER to function.

I can assure you that a little more organization can make a big difference.

Last point is the storage and organization of equipment and medication.

Neither seem to exist.

Half of our narcotics vanish

into thin air.

Which is why we will lock them away from now on.

And there will be a new system...

- But we have to discuss all this first. - ...for how they are checked out

of the medicine room.

I've emailed a PDF to everyone about all this.

Attendance was mandatory at the department meeting.

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, I had a patient.

Shit.

Mr. Keller, three patients didn't get their blood pressure taken?

Talk to Vincent. He's on triage, not me.

- We're out of tilidine again. - Mr. Raisner. Why aren't you on triage?

My patients need my attention.

But you can't just leave.

- Bruno? - Yes?

The system says room 4 is vacant, but it's not?

No one updates the room status. Just go look for an empty one.

Nice to have you with us, Mr. Kohn.

Thanks.

Hi.

Can we have some more of that gentrified heroin?

We've run out again.

Thanks, you're the best.

Tilidine secured for now.

Thank you.

Now we just have to make sure it doesn't get stolen again.

Why? What do you want to do about it?

Pat down?

Only if necessary.

Young patient with seizures coming in.

Mr. Kohn? I'll be there in a minute.

- Where to? - Trauma room two.

Careful.

- On the bed or handover? - Bed.

- Bruno, raise the bed please? - Yes.

On three. One, two, three.

Good, then a team time-out and handover from the paramedics.

Status epilepticus for 33 minutes.

We solved the initial A-problem.

Spontaneous breathing. No B or C-problem.

We've administered two doses each, four milligrams midazolam IV. Unsuccessful.

The medic at the scene gave her another 3.5 grams levetiracetam IV, also failed.

Temperature is just below 41. Preexisting conditions unknown.

Thanks. Very good. Do we have access?

Yes, we set an IV.

Fine. Then we'll administer magnesium sulfate.

Ready?

How much?

Just the regular dose.

Shouldn't we try a second anti-convulsive first?

Dom, which dose?

Dom?

What happened here?

Young woman with a seizure.

Please, your handover again.

Seizure for half an hour. Midazolam IV, four milligrams, twice.

Levetiracetam IV, 3.5, at the scene, nothing.

And what did we give her?

We wanted to give mag-sulfate.

What? Does she have eclampsia?

We think this is the culprit.

Some new, synthetic crap called Putz.

Probably cut with some nasty crap.

Okay.

Mr. Kohn, next step?

We should administer a second anti-convulsive.

Which?

Mr. Kohn, name one.

Diazepam.

Okay. Mr. Kuti, prepare a rapid sequence intubation and call Dr. Amini.

We'll try propofol.

We need to get her temperature down or her brain will boil.

Fuck!

Lost your lottery ticket, huh?

You're a doctor, man. And that's how you handle stress?

What?

How many trauma rooms have you led?

I got my doctor's degree at Charité.

Seriously?

Not the brightest candle on the cake either, eh?

Hey, asshole, give the bottle back!

Sorry.

Or I'll slug you.

Like I said, I want to flag a bad batch of narcotics.

We just had an emergency.

No, we're a hospital. I'm calling... What?

So? Made out yet?

Made out with her yet or not?

Is she still pissed about your Racho stunt?

- I would be, I'm telling... - You would not.

At least she didn't rat anyone out.

Yeah, wow.

What's your problem with her?

I... I don't have one.

- You don't? - No.

You gotta admit some of the changes aren't total crap.

Are you best friends now?

Aw, grow up, little guy. Seriously.

Traitor.

Freddie, where do I sign?

Ben!

Thanks.

Ben, are you serious?

Open the damn door.

What's up?

How you doing?

What? Looking for Emina?

No, you.

I have to do this internship for school.

And I started looking too late.

So, I was thinking

that an internship with you would be so awesome.

Yeah.

- So you thought? - Totally.

Would be nice.

- Not sure about that, Afrim. - What do you mean? Ben!

Oh, come on now, man. Please.

Look at you!

Come on.

Okay, look, we'll run it by the boss.

And you did ask Emina, right?

- Yeah, it's all good. - Yeah?

But be a good boy.

Dr. Parker? This is Afrim.

- Hi, Afrim. - Hi.

He'd like to do an internship, and I'd like to volunteer as his mentor.

Dom!

Afrim, hi. Just wait for me by the coffee machine, I'll be right there.

Afrim, I'll be right back.

What happened back there?

Hello?

What's with your arm?

I'm a doctor.

Speak German?

No papers. No police, please.

No police.

Can I see your arm?

I can help you.

You won't get far with the AED. You need antibiotics.

Wait here. Okay?

I know I must have looked like a total moron.

And I know that can't happen. Not even on your first day.

And I know it's no excuse,

but I'd still like to tell you where the blackout came from.

My sister died of an overdose.

Oh, that's...

I'm so sorry.

It's been a few years already.

It's just that my fiancée and I found her back then and...

she looked nearly identical.

I promise something like this will never happen again.

How is she?

She's having an MRI done.

That's awful. I'm sorry.

Bruno, I've got a patient, under the radar.

No can do anymore.

All them new rules...

I know all that. But I need a room.

- Please. - Don't come to me.

Yes or no?

- No, man. - No?

- No. - No?

Okay, thanks.

Shit.

I... I know a place we can go.

Come with me.

Yeah?

Just come along.

- I'm Ben. - Adrian.

Where are you from?

Moldova. But in Berlin two years.

Hold it.

Okay, you can go through. He's my security.

- Super security. - This way.

And this is my office.

Nice.

There.

Here.

Damn.

Okay.

How did this happen, Adrian?

Cigarettes?

Did someone do that?

Or did you?

I work in Tiergarten Park.

Sex.

For money.

Your German's pretty good...

considering you haven't been here long.

I learn. But don't like Germans. No respect.

No papers. No help come.

With papers, no help either.

Adrian, I...

I'm going to put a needle in here.

And then I'm giving you medicine. This.

If I not die like colleague in back, super.

No, he didn't want any.

Can't stop trying

To understand my fate

Physically speaking

But what about my mind?

What about my head?

Fuck it, quit asking You've got God

By your side, on days good or bad

After all Everyone has their cross to bear

What is that?

My song. I'm a rapper.

Yeah?

One day, big concert in Berlin.

You can come see.

Okay.

Will you need security?

I know a guy.

Your colleague?

Yeah.

You'll feel a little pinch.

Since when's this here?

Such a waste of time.

First, getting a key from a senior nurse,

then finding a colleague who'll countersign what you take out.

Seriously, such bullshit.

What's next?

Will they handcuff us to the radiator for triage?

I need a packet of flucloxacillin.

Here.

What's going on with you?

What's going on with you?

Thanks.

There you are.

Here's your pills.

Two, three times a day.

Finish the packet.

Fine. Adrian.

- All the best, okay? - Wait...

- Don't you have to... - Come on, I'll take that out for you.

Or else a problem...

Got family here?

Is in Moldova.

Got to send money... to Grandma. And Mother.

I'm taking this out. Little pinch, okay?

Right, keep pressing.

Thank you.

Ground floor.

- Thanks. - Accidents and Emergencies.

Welcome to the KRANK.

What are you doing here?

It's about my internship.

No fucking way, dude.

As if I want my kid brother here.

- He's your brother? - You bet.

Pleasure.

She's already said yes.

Go and find some other internship.

Unfortunately, that won't work.

Today's the last day.

I don't get it. Are you looking for trouble?

What do you want in here?

If your job prevents you from coming to my birthday,

I'm coming to your job. Very simple.

- I won't be looking after you! Got it? - And you won't have to.

Ben will.

Oh, Ben!

Awesome.

I bet you'll do great.

- Vincent? - Yeah?

My patient in 12 needs an IV before moving upstairs, okay?

Yeah, I'm on it.

Trixie, where's the narcotics key? A patient needs something.

How would I know?

This new key system is really working great.

I heard your brother's our new intern.

Yes. One more reason for me to leave.

Mr. Raisner!

Yes?

My patient's been waiting over an hour for his infusion.

I'll get to it.

I'd like to make a suggestion.

You wanna hire my mom now, too?

I need your help with this team.

I know you're looking for a new job.

My old hospital's looking for a neurosurgeon. It's not official yet.

I know someone there and, if you want, I could connect the two of you.

Think I need your help to get a new job?

No.

It's a good deal, Dr. Ertan.

I don't need a deal.

Dr. Ertan...

How ya doing?

Parker's a pain in the ass.

How come?

No idea. She tried to bribe me with a neurosurgery job

in an old Munich hospital. So awesome.

Why not be bribed?

It's exactly what you wanted to do.

Well... I'm still not a charity case.

Oh, I see...

Standing in your own way, how smart.

You giving me advice now too?

Not advice, no.

Just...

- being direct. - Oh.

I'm hanging out at Kotti tonight.

Come for a beer?

I'll think about it.

Bruno, do you know where the narcotics key is?

I have it.

What a pain having to look for the key every time.

Hey, Vincent?

Do me a favor?

I need tilidine for an unofficial patient.

I'm supposed to break into Fort Knox for you, or what?

No, but you have a key.

Right?

No can do.

Look, he needs it. He really does. Please.

- Excuse me. - Please.

How much?

A packet.

Thanks a lot.

What did you just pocket?

It's for a patient.

A whole packet?

Mr. Raisner.

Please be so kind as to empty your pockets.

What's this now?

I said, empty your pockets.

They're for a doctor.

Who?

Ben asked me to get them for him.

Mr. Weber, I need you out here, please.

He said it's for a patient.

Dr. Weber, did you ask Mr. Raisner to get tilidine for you?

No, I did not.

What the fuck, Ben?

He's lying.

This is bullshit.

Resuscitation!

Elevator.

You're coming too. Come.

Where are we?

First cycle. Two minutes maybe. No pulse whatsoever.

- Twenty-eight, 29... - Short break to ventilate.

- I can take over. - She's flickering. We need AED.

- Pads sticking. - 200 joule.

And 1 milligram adrenaline.

- Twenty-five, 26, 27, 28, 29... - Adrenaline is in.

Off the bed!

Shock given.

- Ultrasound. - No pulse.

Okay, adrenaline, please.

Adrenaline is in.

Still nothing.

Okay, we shock again.

Device is charging.

Twenty-five, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

Off the bed.

Come on!

Shock given.

Okay, no progress in 30 minutes.

Asystole for 20 minutes.

No movement of the pupils. Bad blood-gas-analysis.

I think we need to... stop.

Should we stop?

Yes. No return of circulation.

I agree.

Everyone else?

Yes.

Dr. Weber?

She was only 24.

Mr. Raisner.

You're fired.

What?

- You can't do that. - Of course I can.

Theft is enough grounds for notice.

More than even your defiance of the new triage system.

What the...

You're too much.

You and that wanker probably just made this up

because I have the balls to speak up!

Get out of my ER.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Asshole.

Back to work, please.

Come on, you fuckers! You heard the boss!

Back to work!

We have a deal.

Thank you.

It's so crazy here!

What are you doing here?

Right, lunch!

Dom!

Sorry.

I hope you know you're not responsible for Kira Poulos' death?

We tried everything. Sometimes it's just not enough.

Oh, you're his fiancée?

- Zanna Parker. - Laura Kipping. Hello.

Pleasure.

Dom didn't have the easiest day today. Sometimes it's hard down here.

Thanks a lot, really, for everything today.

- It's just that we need to get going. - Yeah?

About your sister, I should've been more understanding.

- I'm sorry. - It's really no problem.

No way you could've known.

See you soon.

- Nice to meet you. - You too.

What sister?

No idea. It's all super weird here.

Let's have lunch!

Hello?

I'll catch up with you guys.

How's Kira?

What?

The young woman from this morning.

- Turquoise strands in her hair? - Hold on.

I'll have a look.

Why is it crossed out? What does that mean?

She didn't make it.

Okay, day's done.

Olaf?

You lied to me.

- What are you talking about? - The woman, this morning.

- You said we could save her. - I said we might have been able to.

In this job, sometimes that's all you can hope for.

- You coming? - Yeah.

She took that stuff all by herself.

There's places to test that stuff.

It's her responsibility too.

- Hey. - I'll walk. Thanks.

Hello?

Ruben?

- Zanna? - Can you hear me?

Not very well, actually.

What about now?

Now it's better. How is it on the front line?

Today was hard.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

So, for once, the commercial didn't lie?

Right.

I saw your mom yesterday.

She dropped the kids off.

She's still not talking to you?

Nope.

But it's no worse than Nia's silence, either, to be honest.

Listen, I know it's hard on us all, but she's your sister, Zanna.

No matter what she says,

- I know she misses you... - Look, I'm calling about something else.

Is that for me?

Nope. Since I didn't even know you were coming.

Well, there's this pizza place here,

and I was hungry, so it was just on my way.

Okay, I get it.

I grew up around the corner.

You may say I didn't get very far but... I guess I did somehow.

You should go to Munich.

And I will.

- Sorry... - Yeah?

- ...do you have a lighter? - No, sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Hey.

You look sad. Is your beer that bad?

No, it's just been a long day.

Okay. One of the...

The only solution to that is a long night.

Okay.

You're a tourist?

What makes you think that?

I don't know. You don't seem very Berlin to me.

I don't seem very... But you seem like a native.

Okay.

Hi.

- You guys going somewhere? - Yeah.

Wanna come?

What's up?

I just can't handle Olaf.

- No, it always takes him a while... - That guy, I mean...

...to warm to the newbies but he's a good guy.

Really.

- Now do I get a beer or not? - Yeah.

Emina?

How many people have you seen die?

Oh, my God. Sorry.

That was a very weird thing to ask.

I stopped counting.

But I also stopped counting how many I've saved.

Why'd you become a doctor then?

Can you open this? I...

- I'm not so cool. I used to use my teeth. - Yeah, give it to me. I'll do it.

With the teeth? Oh, right.

That's where that came from. Already saw. That, right?

- Looks like shit. - Gee, thanks.

I should've been a dentist.

Want to go for a pizza?

Pizza?

Yeah. There's a real good pizza place.

- Someone told me. Around the corner. - Oh, yeah? Who told you that?

This doctor I know.

Pretty nice looking but she has this

- problem with her teeth... - Right.

Hey!

Are you selling?

Yeah! What do you want?

Just a gram of mephedrone.

Twenty.

So you sell this pink crap?

- Want some too? - Here.

No, two people died from it today.

You can't sell it!

Not my fault if they're too stupid to pop it!

- Zanna. Zanna. - Give me that!

What the fuck? Give that back!

Zanna! Stop, Zanna!

Are you okay?

What happened?

Nothing.

I can help.

If you tell anyone, you're dead.

I won't. I promise.

So what happened?

I got into a fight with a drug dealer.

What?

Couldn't agree on the price?

She was selling that pink shit.

And then I threw it out, and she didn't like that very much.

Nah, damn.

Just staple it, please.

Then take a seat, please.

Move up a bit...

There you go.

Yes.

On three...

- You never go on three... - One...

Sorry, I'll count for real now.

And two...

and three...

and...