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Thanks for the beer.

Thanks for the lift.

So, big plans for the weekend?

Oh, huge.

Microwave pizza, satellite TV.

Wow. Thanks for making my life sound exciting.

Maybe we both need pets.

They say people with pets live longer.

I was thinking about getting a cat.

There's dog people, and there's cat people.

You are a dog person, John.

How do you figure?

You're faithful

you're dependable

you're without guile

you're very comfortable to be around.

So why a cat?

Low maintenance.

They don't expect much from you, so you can't disappoint 'em.

I don't see you ever disappointing anyone, John.

See you Monday?

Yeah.

See ya.

John, John, John.

One, two and three.

Air line set up.

- Miss...? - Reyes.

How you feeling tonight?

You with us?

Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello.

It's okay.

I was a little freaked out, too... at first.

Who are you?

Stephen Murdoch.

I-I don't even know if that matters anymore

but my name is Stephen.

Did you just look outside?

Yeah. Don't do that.

Where did everybody go?

I think the question is, "Where did we go?"

Were you in an accident?

I think I was hit by a car

on my way home.

I came in with chest pains.

Mr. Barreiro, someone new.

I found Mr. Barreiro wandering around here

same as you.

He fell at a construction site

where he used to work.

You think we're dead.

No.

No, I don't believe that.

Have you ever been dead?

So how do you know you're not?

Hell of a thing to wake up to, huh?

We stopped after work.

She had a beer.

Well, the man who hit her had 15.

Don't do this to yourself, John.

It's true, John.

She's gone.

I don't accept that.

They've got her breathing, her heart's still beating.

There's got to be hope.

There's no measurable electrical activity in her brain.

Brain death is...

indeed death, John.

I'm sorry.

The thing is, it's not that bad, once you get used to the idea.

Have you seen this?

It's nonsense, all of it.

There's not a single sign on any of the walls here.

Why is that?

You say we're dead.

This seem like heaven to you?

A big, deserted Catholic hospital?

I didn't say this was heaven.

For all I know, it's... it's hell.

I don't know anything for sure.

Maybe this place is a way station;

a stop on the road to what comes next.

Where are you going?

I'm finding a way out.

Jack Preijers.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Look, you two are the experts

but there's got to be

something more that can be done.

Well, I wish there were.

And I don't mean to make this any harder

but I do have information you both need to hear.

Your partner had a living will.

She signed an organ donor card.

Uh-uh. No way.

John...

Just slow down, all right?

She's lying there in one piece.

There's no fractures, no damage to her skull.

Does that add up to you?

John, at the end of the day

it doesn't matter.

It doesn't change the diagnosis

or her prognosis.

In these situations

time is always of the essence.

There is a woman in Minnesota

who can be saved by your friend's heart.

In a real sense, she will live on.

Mr. Murdoch?

Mr. Barreiro?

You, stop!

Monica?

Monica!

What's happening to him?

Oh, my God.

I am so very sorry for your loss.

Hi.

They're burning up the phone lines down there.

Arranging with all these other hospitals

how to divvy up Monica.

They say they could do it as early as tomorrow.

Is there anything...

anything at all?

I did note

some minor swelling in the left anterior

which is consistent with subdural hematoma.

Minor swelling?

I-I don't know if that means anything.

It's not like there's an exact formula

for how much damage equals death.

What about this?

This was monitoring her brain activity, right?

The electrical impulses.

Yeah.

She had EEG monitoring after the point that she coded.

Suddenly they just stop here.

Right here.

And if we can learn what this is

maybe we can reverse it.

Agent Doggett.

Okay, so-so this woman you saw...

she went through the wall?

I don't know.

She was here, and then she disappeared.

Disappeared?

What do you mean, like Mr. Barreiro did?

Different than Barreiro.

Okay, okay, let's concentrate

on one unexplainable event at a time here.

What the hell happened to Mr. Barreiro?

My opinion?

I think he died.

You can't die if you're already dead.

Which backs up my belief that you and I are alive.

I have no idea where she went.

Hold on.

If he's dead...

and we're not...

then where the hell are we?

Dr. Preijers.

I'll be there in one minute.

I'm wondering about this moment

on my partner's EEG tape...

8:11 p.m., when brain death apparently occurred.

You're reviewing our records?

Well, no offense, but yeah.

I just need to know if there was some change

in Monica's condition leading up to this.

Agent Doggett, if you're trying to build a malpractice case

against me or this hospital...

I'm not.

I just want the facts.

Whitney.

Could you pull the code notes

from earlier tonight, please?

Mm-hmm.

Look, Monica had a seat belt and an airbag

protecting her through the crash.

The ambulance crew said she was conscious at the scene.

I just think there's something we're all missing.

Well, I don't think this will help you any

but this describes what my team and I did

to save your friend.

You can take it, copy it

study it at your leisure.

Dr. Preijers?

Oh, it-it's all right.

You work here?

Uh, I-I'm a patient aide.

I deliver the flowers mostly.

Are you her husband?

You love her, though.

She's not gone.

Not her soul.

I wish I could talk to her.

I wish I could tell her.

Guess I wish a lot of things.

Come on.

You're not giving up, are you?

Monica.

Please.

Don't run.

Who are you?

I'm Audrey.

I-I work at the hospital.

Audrey, I'm Monica.

Stephen and I just want to get out of here.

Will you show us the way out?

I can't.

I can't help you.

Why not?

I came to tell you

your friend...

loves you very much.

My friend?

Did you talk to John?

Does he know where I am?

They all think you're dead.

Wait!

Give my friend a message.

Tell him he's a dog person.

Hey, Whitney.

Doctor, it's not my place to say

but you might want to review the code notes for tonight.

Why is that?

Well, there was an injection you gave Miss Reyes

that wasn't in the notes.

I don't think so.

In trauma bay.

I saw you administer it IV push.

I assume it was epinephrine.

I have no memory of that.

Anybody else see that?

Just me. But it happened.

My only point being, if there is an investigation

that's the kind of inconsistency

malpractice lawyers love to get ahold of.

Whitney, thank you so much for looking out for me.

There's cat people, and there's dog people.

You are a dog person, John.

You're faithful

you're dependable

you're without guile

and you're very comfortable to be around.

I don't see you ever disappointing anyone, John.

Oh, my God!

Get me some help in here!

What exactly are you thinking?

She helped work on Monica.

I started asking questions about what happened in the trauma bay

and she very inconveniently drops dead.

You're thinking that somebody murdered her

to cover something up.

Well, if it were you, how would you go about it

make it look like natural causes?

Well, I'd use a fast-acting barbiturate like pentobarbital.

I'd use a small-bore needle

to make it next to impossible to find an injection mark.

Next to impossible.

That's why you're perfect for the job.

Should probably test her blood, too

while you're at it, right?

Agent Doggett...

I'm happy to do this for you.

Just don't kid yourself

that this is going to somehow bring her back.

Your name

is John, right?

She has a message for you.

She says you're a dog person.

Wait.

Where did you get that?

Who said that to you?

I told you.

She's not gone.

Look, I went through every last page of that

before you ever got here.

It's just nonsense, just like you said.

There's not a clue in it.

Maybe in itself it's a clue.

This place looks pretty complete at first glance

but really it's not.

There's so much missing.

Words, details.

It's like a set.

A movie set

but like it was built by someone

who couldn't quite grasp what it was they were recreating.

Stephen, are you okay?

Stephen, talk to me.

What's... what's happening to m-me?

Does he feel any pain?

Absolutely none.

It's just a matter of time now.

You live down here?

The-The nuns let me stay.

I-I wanted to be a nurse, only I can't do much

but they let me help out.

This is this hospital.

You made this?

Why?

I like to visit it.

I sort of go... inside my head.

You go into the model?

I like it there.

It's quiet.

I used to have it all to myself

but then some people showed up.

Hospital patients.

Your friend.

This is where you say you talked to her?

Right inside here?

Well...

not so much like...

tiny people in a... in a model, but...

inside my head?

Up here, I guess.

You don't believe me.

Audrey

you said that you saw some other people

besides my friend.

Other patients?

Can you tell me who they are?

There's so much...

I'd do...

differently.

What?

Life.

I'll call you back.

Monica's parents are on their way

from Mexico City.

They're coming to say good-bye.

Well, they can say "hello" instead.

Nobody's shutting off her life support system.

Not with what I got.

What are these?

Patient files.

Both men were declared brain dead, same as her.

All three have something else in common, too.

Check out the attending physician.

Dr. Jack Preijers.

The guy's some kind of Dr. Death.

He gets off on pulling the plug on his own patients.

He did it last night to this guy Barreiro.

Well, at the request of the family.

But what I'm saying is

what if he poisoned Barreiro in the first place?

Same as this guy Stephen Murdoch, same as Monica.

The tox screen will prove it.

How did you come up with these two men's names?

If I tell you that, you'll think I'm crazy.

But Monica's alive

same as this guy Murdoch.

And we got to help them both get back.

Stephen, stay with me.

Audrey, it's John Doggett.

Audrey!

I still need your help.

I told you their names.

Mr. Barreiro and Mr. Murdoch.

No, they're both dead now. Monica's the only one left.

And inside an hour

the hospital plans to cut off her life support.

Now, I'm going to let that happen...

no matter what it takes.

But I'm losing here.

Nobody else believes she's alive.

Nobody... just you and me.

I can't do anything.

I only deliver the flowers is all I do.

I can't help.

You can talk to her, right?

You can.

Audrey, I need you to talk to her.

I need you to tell her what's going on.

I need you to tell her

that they're going to pull the plug.

I need her to...

I need you to tell her to fight.

I need you to tell her to show us some sign...

anything... that she's in there.

I need her to understand.

I don't know what the hell else to do.

Monica?

John wanted me to tell you something.

You gave him my message?

He says you don't have very long.

He says you have to give them some kind of sign.

I know, I...

I-I'm sorry.

Are you really going to leave me here to die?

Uh...

I can't... do... anything.

There's...

there's something wrong...

you know, up here.

And I can't help anyone.

It's...

I deliver the flowers.

It's all I do.

And I have to even get help with that

because I-I can't read what's on the little cards.

You can't read?

I see it all jumbled up.

This is your hospital.

It's you who created it.

It's all you, Audrey.

This place is all you.

And that means

you can make the rules work

any damn way that you want them to.

You can help me escape.

Audrey?

You know, I've always wondered what was down here.

I'm being accused of things

Audrey.

Terrible things regarding three patients of mine.

Really, it's... it's beyond the pale.

You're not going to yell out, are you, Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey?

Audrey!

Audrey, what's happening?

You have to go.

This way.

No.

If I do that, I'll burn up.

I'll die.

No. Not now.

But you have to hurry.

What about you?

I know now.

I know who told me to build it.

The transplant teams are in place.

They're not cutting her up.

John...

I'm still waiting for your argument.

If you have something to convince me

to convince the doctors that somehow she's alive.

John...

Audrey.

Where you going, Doctor?

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Good night.

Good night.

I made this!