All language subtitles for Nightmares.And.Dreamscapes.From.The.Stories.Of.Stephen.King.S01E07.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV_track3_[eng]

[theme music]

[lightning crashes]

[wings fluttering]

[lightning crashes]

[lightning crashes]

[lightning crashes]

[lightning crashes]

[lightning crashes]

[lightning crashes]

[zipping bag]

[dramatic music]

[stretcher clattering]

[doors closes]

[car engine starts]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[male #1 groans]

[sirens wailing]

[male #1 groans]

[male #1]
What's happening to me?

[tires screeching]

What was that?

[panting]

[groans]

Am I unconscious?

No.

I must be awake.

Unconscious people
don't feel movement.

And they,
they couldn't smell that..

....peculiar odor.

Something like rubber?

Or... vinyl?

[elevator dings]

Oh, no.

These sensations are too..

Too what?

Too rational
for it to be a dream.

Room 4, I think.

Then what is it?

Oh. What is happening to me?

Why can't I move my lips?

I can feel them, uh, but..

...but I can't speak.

I can't move at all.

I'm paralyzed.

We're rolling.

What is this? A moving bed?

I must be in the hospital.

Oh, that's not good.

Not good at all.

All except for the minor matter
of being scared out of my mind.

I feel no pain.

What is going on here?

[bag unzips]

[rock music]

Howard Cottrell.

[Howard]
I scream,
but nothing comes out.

If I'm dead, how can I feel..

You're lookin' good, Howie.

How could I hear

that idiotic music?

Rusty, turn that off.

What kind of a mess
have I gotten myself into?

So, Mike,
what are we doing here?

Gentleman from up north.

Looks like a heart attack.

Heart attack?

Medical records?

Are they talking about me?

...from the Columbia
Presbyterian Hospital

in New York City.

- Next of kin?
- Sister.

How do they know
about my sister?

Well, I'll, uh, call her
when we get the results.

That's decent of you.

A lot of docs
just send a letter.

Yeah, well, we care
for the dead.

- Dead?
- But we serve the living.

No. Wait, please.

Don't let me be dead.
I'm breathing, aren't I?

My lungs
are, aren't crying for air

so I-I must be okay, right?

Expensive haircut.

Except, if you're dead

they, they wouldn't be..

Excellent dentistry.

Oh, I smell cigarettes
on your breath.

I-if-if I, if I can smell,
I-I must be breathing, right?

Now how much would a dude
like you be worth?

Dead lungs don't breathe.

Dead lungs c-can sort of
just take it easy.

Tell me, Howie.
In here, we're all brothers.

Why can't you see that
I'm breathing, you clown?

- Oh, he's alive.
- He's seen something.

Oh, God bless you, Rusty.

He's alive. It's a miracle.

I love you, Dr. Arlen.
Will you marry me?

You stop that now
or I'll have you fired.

- What's going on?
- What's wrong with you people?

Help me! Help me! Please!

Well, I didn't do it.
It was Howie.

Bite me.

I am a moron.

Just put a lid on it.

Why is she being
such a bitch to me?

- 'Cause you asked for it.
- Oh, did I?

Oh, trapped inside your own mind

and nobody knows.

I'm surprised to see you
here today, Peter.

Ah, a good surprise, I hope.

Didn't know
you worked Saturdays.

- Saturday.
- Luck of the draw, I guess.

Today is Saturday.
Why is that important?

That's it. Now I know why
I wasn't at the convention.

I was playing golf.

Oh, yeah.

Now don't you worry, Howard.
I'm only up by 1.

Worry?

I'm Howard Cottrell

known to my colleagues
in the gladiator pits

we call
the New York Stock Exchange

as Howard the Conqueror.

[instrumental music]

I trust Angela is having fun.

She loves it here. Thank you.
Do you mind?

What the hell was that?

[thunder rumbling]
Heat lightning.

I didn't die
on the golf course, did I?

That's all, folks.

Get out of here.
I still got my shot.

You get zapped by lightning, pal

you're going home
in a ziplock bag

'with a side of South Carolina
barbecue sauce.'

Feeling threatened, Ed?

Afraid
your mighty one-stroke lead

might suddenly evaporate?

[man coughing]

[panting]

[instrumental music]

[wind gushing]

[thunder rumbling]

Oh, I knew it.

The only threat around here
is your banana ball.

Go ahead, doctor. Play through.

Why, thank you, gentlemen.

I'd hate to drop dead
when I'm two under par.

[laughing]

- 'Whoa. Easy there.'
- Darn.

- 'You alright?'
- Let's go get it.

- It's a $5 ball.
- Oh, please.

[thunder rumbling]

Sign here, please.

Bear down hard.

It's three copies.

[dramatic music]

Can we speed up
that photography?

Turn down the lights.

My eyelids are like blinds
on broken rollers.

If I'm alive, why doesn't she
see my pupils contract?

[Rusty]
Roger that.
I'm dyin' for a smoke.

I know why.

They didn't contract.

I hit a wide shot and..

Ho, ho, ho.
Around here somewhere.

The ball.
I was looking for my ball.

[Ed]
It's gone. Forget it.

[instrumental music]

[thunder rumbling]

[laughs]

There you are,
you little bugger.

Well, don't make it an opera.
Just pick up the ball.

I know what you're trying to do.

There's no way
you can make that shot.

Come on, Ed.
Just let me play my game.

Who's stopping you?

You know
what your problem is, Ed?

- What's my problem?
- I'll tell you.

You don't see
the larger picture.

Oh. Are we back on
the Montero deal again?

We blew that deal,
because as usual

you were thinking cheap.

Oh, ho, ho! I'm cheap?

For the price of a ball,
you put our lives at risk.

[sighs]
You are such a wimp.

- Oh.
- Wimp.

Oh, grow up.

You know what?

You go on. I'll walk back.

[dramatic music]

Ow! Damn it.

What now, commander?

Ah, welcome to the Vietnam
of Myrtle Beach.

Yeah, well, take no prisoners.

Ah, it would have to be
the 18th.

The place is probably
infested with ticks..

[screams]

[intense music]

Howard?

Howard.

Howard.

Hey! Hey, stop! Over here!

Hey! Doctor!

Quick! Over here!

This way!

Doctor, please, my-my buddy's
had a heart attack.

- He-he isn't moving.
- I-I'm on my way.

- 'This way.'
- Yeah.

[coughs]

- Whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa.

- I got him.
- Whoa, hey.

- Uh, easy, boys.
- This way.

[sighs]

Ah.

[dramatic music]

Hm.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Breathe on that, sonny.

Smell that $20 bill.

If I made it 100?

'Eh?'

Yep.

He's dead.

- What?
- Ah.

[sighs]

Heart attack.

'I've seen it before.'

You Yankees come down here

you can't take the humidity.

No, no, no. This is a joke.

You can't just say
someone's dead.

I just did.

Is that the way you crackers

do it in the boondocks?

Ever heard of CPR?
This is Howard, okay?

This is my buddy Howard

so, please, could somebody
call an ambulance?

Ah, New York, Chicago

or Paris, France

dead is dead, sonny.

Except when the deceased
is still breathing.

The deceased is a well-developed
well-nourished Caucasian male.

Uh, rigor mortis
is not discernable.

No signs
of medical intervention.

Incompetent morons.

- Oh, Rusty.
- Oh, this must be hell.

We're all out of body diagrams.

Am I being punished for every bad and selfish thing

I've ever done?

I refuse.

I won't go out this way

humiliated by a bunch
of small-town losers.

Where did you get that guy?

Crawled out of a Petri dish.

- Poor, Rusty.
- You're breaking my heart.

Patient was pronounced dead by..

Who was the attendant?
Kazalian? Is he still around?

He's the guy that performed
the physical on Noah

when he grounded the ark
on Mount Ararat.

[laughs]

Listen to her. She's laughing.

While they're getting ready
to cut me

like, like the field autopsies I saw in Vietnam.

The blades
snap through the sternum.

The rib cage pops apart.

They, they pull off your face

like a kid's Halloween mask

and then you're nothing but a..

...a piece of human garbage.

I'm being allowed to do this?

In Dr. Katie Arlen's
autopsy room?

Despite my reputation,
I do know how to share.

Oh, I am flattered.

Don't be. You're holding them
upside down.

Oh, for God's sake,
don't help him.

I knew that.

[Katie]
'It's a whole different thing
from looking at slides'

'under a microscope.'

Yeah, yeah, it's, um..

I'm grateful
for the hands-on experience.

Oh, it's tough
making a career change.

- Keeps life interesting.
- Shut up and pay attention.

I remember what happened.

[hissing]

[dramatic music]

[Peter]
Here's my hypothesis.

IHSS.

Idiopathic hypertrophic
subaortic stenosis.

No symptoms, and it wouldn't
show up on physical exam.

IHSS? Good bet.

Dollar in the kitty.

- You're on.
- My leg.

Look at my left leg.

That's the trouble,
not my heart.

I was bitten by a snake.
Why can't you see that?

Please, you can't do this.

You can't cut me up.
Help me.

Don't you realize?
I can still feel!

[dramatic music]

[Howard]
Why didn't it hurt?

Oh.

Oh, I see.

It's just the beginning.

But, guys,
guys, look at my chest.

Oh, you must, you must see it
rise and fall.

No matter how shallow
my respiration.

You're the damn experts!

Oh, this table is ice-cold.

Can't they see goosebumps? Ow!

It's all wet
from, from the jungle.

- Of course not.
- I don't do laundry.

My skin is smooth as marble.

Where is the loveable Rusty
when you need him, huh?

Outside torturing small animals.

What for?

The torture chamber's
right here.

We have a dark blue polo shirt

short sleeves, size large.

Grass stains.

Otherwise unremarkable.

[gasps]
Watch it.

Oh, if they snip me there,
I'll go insane.

But it won't matter, because they'll keep on cutting

like it's one big joke.

Boxers or jockeys?

In Katie Arlen's autopsy room

we do not discuss
the deceased's underwear.

Except in clinical terms.

[woman on PA system]
'Dr. Wilson to Neurology.'

'Dr. Wilson to Neurology.'

Jockeys.

[chuckles]
Boxers.
I mean, look at the guy.

The joke's on you, suckers.

Wait till I get out of here.

You're looking
at one hell of a lawsuit!

I'll sue you and your children and your children's children!

I'll cripple you!

[female #1]
'Red?'

Hm.

But it's not Valentine's Day.

Just saving it for you, Angela

like I save all good things.

[mellow music]

[gasps]
Oh, honey.

Oh, what a beautiful surprise.

For three amazing years,
my darling.

So..

...what exactly is this?

It's whatever we want it to be.

I definitely..

...want it.

Under other circumstances

having a woman do
what she's doing

would make me extremely happy.

- Would you hold him up?
- Now I know what dead is.

My wiener is lying there
like a stunned mole.

Ah, no wonder
he had a heart attack.

I didn't have a heart attack.

I was bitten by a snake.
I'm in great shape!

Where is Rusty? All this..

You're blind, lady,
blind with lust.

Just my lousy luck.

...piss me off.

Aw, he does it
because he's in love with you.

[scoffs]

Would you be interested
in doing the autopsy

o-or would you prefer
to just observe?

No. He's a rookie.
What are you thinking?

Why am I not
in Columbia Presbyterian

Medical Center in New York City

where doctors are doctors?

[Peter]
You want me to do the autopsy?

Yeah. I think so.

Okay. Sure.

You'll assist, right?

Your trusty copilot.

I-I-I think it would be an
excellent teaching opportunity.

You bet.

[dramatic music]

Please, don't.

Please don't.

I, I think you'll wanna start

with the external examination.

- Right.
- I can't take this anymore.

- Nerves.
- Wait. There is a way.

A sneeze will show
that I'm alive.

I can't even sneeze.

Screwed again.

Head is normocephalic.

Covered by medium-length

slightly graying hair

with mild temple balding.

All those hours at the gym, and what does it come down to?

Mild temple balding.

And the next thing you know,
you're a teaching opportunity.

A clear sclera.

No... petechiae on sclera or..

...conjunctivae.

So what does that tell you?

No evidence of asphyxia.

What about heart attack?

Still a possibility.

Think, Howard. Use your brain.

It's the only thing
that's working.

How can you get their attention?

...and make the presumption that

the exertion was too much
for the old guy.

Old? Balls!
And you wish you had some.

And I will be very curious to
open his heart and have a look.

Yeah. So am I.

Would I insult you
if you were dead?

Chest unremarkable.

Uh, abdomen mildly obese.

Genitalia are those of an adult,
uncircumcised male.

- How would you describe these?
- Um, multiple..

I feel everything
you're doing down there

so cut it out. I mean, I mean, don't-don't cut it out.

Just quit it. Get your pretty
nose out of there.

...lower abdomen, groin area.

Oh, that's poetry.

Scars from the war.

I am seeing..

...all kinds of scratches,
bug bites

'some chigger bites
on the extremities.'

Multiple elongated
scratch-type abrasions

on the lower extremities
with associated mild edema.

That's it.

In the vicinity
of the left calf.

- That's it. Getting closer.
- Good.

Very good.
Now you're getting it.

Uh, there are mosquito bites

on the left calf
that look infected.

Keep looking. For the love
of God, keep looking.

...do a biopsy on that.

Although if we're right about
the heart, we won't need to.

- Hm.
- Unless..

W-would you like me to just,
uh, slice them open now?

No! No, don't!

No. They're pretty clearly
mosquito bites.

They're not mosquito bites!

Hm.

Postmortem changes
are surprisingly minimal.

Good color. No contusions.

No lividity. Guy almost looks
like he could be alive.

Doesn't he wish.

Yes. Right.

I am. I am alive.

- Yeah.
- Let's just flip this pancake.

Stop. You're missing it.
Right in front of your face!

[groans]

Oh, my nose.

What if I suffocate like this?

Okay. Okay, this could be good.

Bleed. Please, bleed.

Only don't just bleed, gush!

[sniffles]

[sighs]

Yes. Yes, let my face
smack down onto the table

like a 10-ton weight
and then they'll know.

No neck injuries.

No rigor.

Peter, you wimp!

What is that?

Some kind of cattle thermometer?

[groaning]

Take it back. Dear God.

And they didn't exactly
go crazy with the lubricant.

[shudders]

You have a gift, Dr. Jennings.

Oh, think of something,
anything.

Think of the m-mother
of all home runs.

It was, uh, uh, Bucky Dent.

Uh, Bucky Dent's three-run homer

against the, uh,
the Red Sox, 1978.

Uh.. Oh, the relief.
The Yankees clinched.

For a dead guy,
he's remarkably elevated.

[Katie chuckles]

[Peter]
No, no, seriously...

Well, here's your diagrams.

- Ah, he's still got his shoes.
- Whose fault is that?

- You got that?
- Hmm? Oh.

[Rusty]
Wait till you see
what's coming down the pike.

What the hell
will they do to me now?

[Rusty]
Drunken guest at a hotel
got himself steamed..

[groans]

...like a chicken dumpling
in a sauna.

Body's in the meat wagon.
It's on the way.

How does a corpse maintain
a temperature of 94.9 degrees?

It's a clue, genius.
Pay attention.

Well, they plucked him
off a golf course

on a hot summer morning.

You wanna know what did him in?

A vampire.

That would be consistent
with your deranged worldview.

Well, two tiny holes right here.

Oh, an ankle-sucking vampire.

Well, explain the fact there are
two tiny holes of equal size.

Rusty, are you
the only sane one here?

Sock made in Taiwan, buddy.

It was a snake!

Did you bleach these tools?

Dr. Arlen, I know my job.

And how come
you're lettin' him do it?

S-N-A-K-E. Snake.

[woman on PA system]
'Dr. Arlen to Radiology.'

'Dr. Arlen to Radiology,
please.'

- Carry on.
- No. Don't go.

Don't leave me alone
with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Well, it's all me.

What's all you?

- The femoral stick.
- Stick?

Second blood sample
to cross-check

the tox results
in the heart blood.

What stick?

I know what
a femoral stick is, Rusty.

Oh, but have you ever done it,
Dr. Hotshot?

Not that kind of stick.

You ever stuck it to a corpse?

No. R-Rusty?

Want a good, clean
vertical stab, one time only.

No, Rusty, we're friends.

- Right in the vein.
- Rusty.

[Howard screaming]

It's a good thing
this guy's feelin' no pain.

[Howard]
Will I still be alive

when they cut out my heart
and hold it up dripping

before plopping it
into the weighing pan?

Fascinating
how the tools of autopsy

haven't changed in decades.

Don't they say the brain
remains conscious

after the heart stops?
For how long?

- We have new technology.
- Two seconds?

Yeah, yeah, but basically
it's still the same.

Five? A whole minute?

Welcome
to Dr. Katie Arlen show.

You are deranged.

There are lots of secrets
in the autopsy room.

Don't feel the need
to share, Rusty.

Know why Katie likes it here?

'Cause it's down and dirty.

You don't know
that side of her yet.

- But she's a babe.
- She's your boss.

And he's a human being.

You should show more respect.

Despite your bad boy act, Rusty

you can't really take it,
can you?

Do me a favor, doc.
You're not in a lab anymore.

Should you feel a little faint
when we're peeling off his face

just put your head down between
your knees and, uh, whistle.

When we make that incision
from ear to ear

and peel off his face

you know what
we'll see underneath?

Yours.

One day lying on this table

it will be you.

[dramatic music]

[machine whirring]
Turn that off.

Well, stop fighting like school children and listen to me.

- Well, I need a haircut.
- Turn that off!

Get that thing away from me!

If he doesn't slice my nose off

I'll have a chance.

It's baby's first autopsy.
What am I thinkin'?

You're cruisin', bro.

Okay. I'm still breathing.

If I can breathe even slightly,
then I can make a noise.

If I can make a noise,
they'll hear.

[Howard humming]

Let's turn on the fan.

It's getting ripe in here.

No, no, I'll take
the smell any day!

What do we got?

- Now what?
- Genitalia.

Why are they obsessed
with my private parts?

[Katie]
'According
to his medical records'

'it's due
to an antipersonnel device'

during his tour of Vietnam.

Poor guy must have stepped
on a land mine.

That shrapnel's consistent
with the old scarring

we found
on the external examination.

- It's gonna be a challenge.
- How so?

Well, we gotta get out
all those pieces

and verify that they are
shrapnel from the war

and not some new injury

which might have contributed
to the cause of death.

They're gonna cut out every single scrap of shrapnel?

Rusty, Get a me a long pick..

Oh, don't do it.
Don't do it and I'll..

I'm on my break.

I'll establish a scholarship.

The, uh, Dr. Katie Arlen Award
for humane treatment.

You like it? Please,
leave me some dignity.

Not exactly
what you signed up for, was it?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

I'm thinking about you.

I told you, I'm fine.

If it wasn't
for Lyndon Johnson's

dirty little Asian adventure

we wouldn't keep having
this conversation.

You are greater than the sum
of your parts, my dear.

Yeah. Only, certain parts
have higher market value.

Let's watch the movie.

Mmm, you expect
a four-star romance

you get previews
of coming attractions.

It's not the first time, Howard,
and I'm still here.

I'm continually amazed.

Why? I love you.

And I love you.

I guess deep down
I'm just afraid

that one day
you're gonna run off

with some 250-pound
weightlifting

football player stud
who's hung like a horse

and has impregnated thousands
of women with his manly seed

that travels
at the speed of light.

You are everything I need.

Or haven't I made that
perfectly clear?

Spell it out for me.

It can't be.

It just can't be.

Strangely enough,
nobody seems to have

any idea
where the golf clubs went.

They could still be
in the ambulance

or in the coroner's

or already checked in
to the system.

What the hell system
is that, anyway?

[dramatic music]

[Ed]
'Howard bought those clubs
in Scotland.'

'I was with him.'

We played seven courses
in five days.

I'll tell you this, Angela.

We are not leaving
this piss-poor excuse

'for a hospital
until we find them.'

Who cares about the golf clubs?

Angela.

Angela. Angela.

[indistinct chatter]

Who was Howard Cottrell?

How did that microsecond
in Vietnam change his life?

That's not our business here.

Yeah, but look at him.

Good-looking,
successful businessman

dies a thousand miles from home
on a golf course.

All we care about is
what caused him to die

not our personal philosophy.

Interesting how a body speaks
to us of a life lived.

Damn right, junior,
and it's a life worth saving.

Almost lost it once, but Howard the Conqueror came back

half the man
but twice the fortitude

and I'm not giving up
without a fight.

[panting]

Take it easy.

Angela.

You see this ring?

Well, how do you think I feel?

The last thing I said to him
was, "Oh, grow up."

- We can't bring him back.
- I never got to say goodbye.

Well, you can say goodbye.
at the funeral.

We'll have the biggest funeral
the stock exchange has seen

since the dotcom disaster.

[woman on PA system]
'Mrs. Pataki, come to
nursing station 3 west.'

What's the matter?

[Angela]
'That's where
Howard is right now.'

He's in the morgue.

We can't think about that.

Come on. Let's sit down.

Come on.

Is that that guy's stuff
that just rolled in?

Howard Cottrell, yeah.

Fifty-fifty?

It's the deceased's
personal property, dude.

Well, how much you think a set
of clubs like that is worth?

Nothin' to you.

[instrumental music]

Those clubs are no good
to Howie.

His things belong in the vault..

...and that's where they go.

Why, these hackers need
a big tour bag is beyond me.

Chip shot.

Five bucks says I can get

that can on top of the gurney.

Oh! Stop foolin' around.

[snake hissing]

Snake! Snake!

[screaming]

[intense music]

[hissing]

[grunting]

[electricity crackling]

[elevator rumbling]

[alarm wailing]

[Rusty]
Help! Somebody, help!

Help!

[Howard]
This mad charade
is coming to an end.

I'll never see Angela again.

All because these people
can't see with their eyes.

[Katie]
'To make the initial Y incision'

'we'll extend from the front of
the shoulders to the xiphoid..'

She's giving him
an anatomy lesson now?

At this late stage,
what difference does it make?

Do it.
Make it merciful and quick.

- Dr. Arlen.
- Yes?

- Can I call you Katie?
- Please.

Katie, I would like
to change my hypothesis.

Alright.

Well, we have a body

without a mark on it

and we know the deceased
was playing golf

and, well, a metal club

acts as a..

...as an antenna
for electricity.

He could have been..

[both]
Struck by lightening.

I'd rather go up in a flash

than lie here like this.

How long can I stare into the
white light of my own death?

How much more can I take?

Yes. No. Stop. Go.

I'm freezing, invisible.

To them,
I'm just a used-up body.

I've never actually
seen anyone who succumbed.

Can you imagine what it's like?

Yes, I can.

Surrounded
by so-called experts..

Go ahead.

...but totally alone.

Go ahead?

Go ahead with the, uh,
with the incision.

[alarm wailing]

- Somebody help!
- 'This is security here.'

Well, what the hell
took you so long?

[male #2]
'Is anybody hurt?'

My buddy's dead!
He's bitten by a snake!

- It's still in here.
- 'Hang on.'

[male #2]
'We're working on the door.'

Hurry up!

[instrumental music]

Get that knife
away from me, you wimp!

You're not fit to end my life. I want a pro.

Ah, you know, um..

...I seem to be
having a problem.

May I help you?

When you've done
a lot of autopsies

you tend to just go
zip, zip, zip.

But when you've never done one

you tend to go eek, eek, eek.

No, no, no.

Did you have any idea

that Howard had heart problems?

No.

He was healthy as a horse.

Kept in shape, ate right.

We were in love.

You were the joy of his life.

At least he had that
for a while.

I wanna see him.

Put that out of your mind.

He's all alone.

We have to believe
that Howard is at peace.

- 'Help.'
- 'Hey, can you hear me?'

- 'Somebody, help!'
- 'Alright, man.'

What's going on?

- 'Help!'
- 'Doing the best we can.'

You know, I seem to be having
a bit of a problem too.

Spared, but for how long?

You know, ever since you've,
you've been on this rotation

I, I don't know.

Every time we're alone
in this room together

I, I can barely concentrate.
I..

Luckily, you can't make mistakes
with dead people otherwise..

Oh, you wacky jokester.
What a stitch.

What can I say? I..

I'm crazy about you.

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

That's really good advice,
don't you think?

"This place is where death

rejoices in teaching
those who live."

Peter, we, we can't.

We can't. I mean..

Maybe it would be good

well, astonishing for a while

but we gotta work together

and, uh, you know, we just..

Just, what if..

We enjoy it?

Love in bloom.
How could it get any worse?

Try something weird with me,
I'll go public.

Who says the dead can't speak?

[phone ringing]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

[shrieks]

No more!

No more!

[male #2]
'What's goin' on in there,
fella?'

[indistinct chatter]

Help!

We gotta speed it up.

That gentleman who got
steamed in the sauna's

on his way,
and we're behind schedule.

I can feel a change in the air.

- Oh. I'll try again.
- They're serious now.

Sure. Go ahead.

It's coming

the end of Howard Cottrell.

It won't hurt for long.
My body will go into shock.

You missed this..
You missed this wound.

- I'll lose consciousness.
- Some blast wound.

I won't even know
that I'm dead, will I?

Hmm. This is very interesting.

What has my life been about?

In the great passage of time,
I've made no difference.

Please, forgive me,
anyone I've hurt.

When I'm gone,
remember me with compassion.

I didn't know better.

I'm ready for the soul's
last voyage into silence.

Testes must have swollen damn
near to the size of grapefruits.

- Except..
- Hmm.

- Lucky he didn't lose 'em.
- Oh-oh, something's happening.

Give me one of those..

Oh, what a feeling.

Out of hell
and straight to heaven.

- Snake bit him.
- Look out! Coming through!

Oh, he went down like,
like a ton of cement.

No pulse, no heartbeat.
He's gone.

- This man isn't dead.
- He's not dead?

Nope.

He'll make it just fine.

Well, my gosh,
that's amazingly great.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

Angela.

[Ed]
Angela.

Leave me alone!

[Angela]
'Excuse me! Wait!'

- What's going on?
- Civilians.

- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for my fiance.

[Ed]
She's just a little distraught.

Is your fiance a doctor?

No. He's dead.

Her hand is still on me.

Uh-oh.

Oh.
Something's really happening.

But maybe I'm wrong.

I must be wrong
or-or he would see it, or..

This could be
the result of surgery.

Or she would feel it.

Oh, my.

Mike was bitten by a snake.

Rusty, yes! Yes!

There was a snake
in this guy's golf bag.

Sing it, Rusty!
Tell it like it is!

- Is that him? Howard?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Angela, calm down.
- Howard.

- It's Angela!
- You don't understand.

It's a miracle. Angela!

No. Wait.
Don't cut into him.

- Look at his socks.
- Socks?

Look, listen to my man Rusty.

- He's tellin' the truth.
- Howard!

Angela! Let her in!

- 'Howard! Howard!'
- 'I know you're distraught.'

There are two, two little
defects in the upper margin.

Those aren't defects.
They're fang marks.

Show 'em, Rusty!

If they can't see it now,
I'm doomed.

Seems like there's blood
around them.

[Rusty]
'He was bitten by a snake.'

- Through the sock.
- I mean, look at his leg.

Snake bite.
Snake bite 101!

We didn't see it
because of the swelling

'caused by the scratches, but..'

Oh, Dr. Arlen, don't stop now.

Mike was bit by a snake..

One last chance to prove

that I am
and remain fully operational!

Oh, my.

Oh, Angela.

Oh, Angela.

- That's a semi.
- A semi?

Howard the Conqueror
rises from the dead.

Did you ever doubt it,
even for a second?

I'm back!

It can't be. He's dead.

Boy, am I back!

Dang, Dr. Arlen. You're strokin'
him back to life.

[screaming]

Dr. Arlen, you hottie.

That's not a semi.

That's not in the literature.

It's..
Just can't be possible.

I mean, he wouldn't have the..

...neurological competence..

...unless..

Oh, thank God.

Thank God.

I'll be a better person.

Angela, my love,
I'll never leave you.

You are the best doctors
in the world.

- I'll build you a new wing.
- I told ya.

I'll build you
a brand-new hospital!

A chain of hospitals
across America!

[Katie]
'Code blue in the autopsy room.
Code blue.'

- Got it?
- I got it.

[male #3]
Get the door, please.

Use this.

- We got it.
- What's happening?

Someone die in there?

Where's the patient?

- Him.
- Him?

- 'Alright.'
- 'Ok, I got the leads.'

Well, the rest of him
looks dead, right?

He could have fooled me.

Thank you. A real doctor.

A doctor who won't kill
a dead patient.

Yep. There's a heartbeat.
Barely, but it's there.

I am good.

We just saw an orderly
in the same situation.

He was bitten
by some kind of a viper

they found in the elevator.
Oxygen.

I mean,
we sure got water moccasins

rattlesnakes around here.

Nobody's ever seen
a snake like that before.

Hang on. Hold on. No, no, no.
He's startin' to come out of it.

Take it easy.
Not too fast, buddy.

How did we miss this?

I almost cut
into a living person.

Almost doesn't count.

[male #4]
'Hey, hey, no, no, no, no.
Lie down.'

Oh.

[thud]

[male #4]
'Take it easy. Easy now.'

[instrumental music]

[male #4]
'Easy.'

[gasping]

They said you were dead

but you came back
against all odds.

Howard, my conquering hero.

Oh, honey.

Oh, honey.

[theme music]