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(indistinct radio transmission)

PARAMEDIC: No response.

(helicopter whirring above)

Looks like the only real damage

this kid did was to himself.

WOMAN (over radio): Any probable explanations?

Not really. We discovered evidence of drugs on the scene,

but for all we know, this could have been a suicide attempt.

Paramedics are en route to Metro General now.

Either way, it's a waste of a life.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio transmission)

WOMAN (over radio): Copy. Go ahead with one milligram Narcan IV push

and assist with respiration as needed.

We'll see you in five.

Got it.

(door slams open)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Patient has a closed-head trauma

from involvement in a motor vehicle accident.

His urine toxicology tested positive for heroin and cocaine.

The paramedics administered

Narcan at the scene...

Not to diminish this poor junkie's

tragic situation, but next door we have

a raging ventricular arrhythmia developing.

Oh, excellent.

Yeah, we'll, we'll take a look at that.

(exasperated sigh)

It is my imagination, or was I just sandbagged?

Well, it's a vital part

of your medical education, honey.

Residents are supposed to make your life miserable.

At least he's still breathing.

Look at the rapid eye movement.

He's definitely in a heightened dream state.

Yeah, probably.

You know, in what anthropologists

used to call "primitive cultures,"

the shamans believed that

whenever someone was unconscious,

what was really going on was a battle for the person's soul.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Ponset, to the delivery room.

Dr. Ponset, to the delivery room.

(whooshing)

Welcome back, Mr. McKay.

We thought you were a goner there for a while.

How are you feeling?

A little weird.

Well, that's what happens when you go into a coma.

(sighs)

You look like my high school vice principal.

Do I?

Mrs. Teasley?

I know the doctors

are anxious to give you a thorough examination.

Dylan, we've been so worried about you.

What did you start doing speedballs for?

TEASLEY: You remember Suzanne and Kevin, don't you, Dylan?

And their daughter, Erica? You remember them, right?

Clearly, he's been through an ordeal.

Well, he'll feel a lot better once we give him his injection.

Erica: Please help me, Dylan. Help!

Please help.

Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, wait, we're not gonna hurt you!

Grab him! Dylan!

ERICA: Please, Dylan, if you ever loved me,

if you ever were my brother, help me, save me, please?

MAN: What's your hurry, son?

Can't you spare something for an old veteran?

ERICA: Please, Dylan,

you're all I've got left.

Help me.

(subway cars rumbling)

(horn blaring)

He looks like

someone I was very close to a long time ago.

And you remind me of the last med student

they booted out of here

for missing Grand Rounds.

I'll stop by later.

I will be here.

(crowd cheering)

DAVID: Football video essay, take one.

Hut!

(ripping flag)

(Steve laughing)

Yeah! Yeah!

The great PB! Whoo!

(applauding)

There's something about a flag football tournament

on the first weekend in November on a college campus

that's so... reassuring, so... traditional,

so... nauseatingly masculine,

that we decided to strap on our helmets and go out there

and win one for the Gipper.

Clare, just stop.

Look, I don't think I want to use this opening.

Why not?

Because, would you look at these guys?

I mean, this is some serious stuff going on out here.

This tournament goes on for almost four straight days.

I mean, this is the real deal.

This is for all the guts and glory.

David, please, don't ESPN on me here, okay?

Look, I'm just doing a little blip here about

why jocks need to win trophies

and why otherwise intelligent, young women

feel that they should let themselves

become subjected to this.

I gotta know,

why are all these guys wearing

their jock straps on the outside?

I mean...

Clare, those aren't their jock straps.

Those are the, uh, flags

that the players rip off of each other.

It's the whole point of the game.

Oh, I thought it was some kind of fashion statement

or something.

Yeah, look, why don't we just pack up and quit

while we're ahead?

We could do that, yeah.

We should do that.

STEVE: You guys didn't eat your Wheaties today, huh?

Go get 'em, guys.

All right, guys.

We got this game on ice.

Hey, it ain't over till it's over, Muntz.

Hey, give it a rest, Bran.

I don't think much is gonna happen

in the next three minutes

for these guys to pull this thing out.

Hey, hey, hey, where are the mighty men of the KEG house?

Hey, Mr. Sanders!

Oh, it's Rush, son. Rush.

You want formality, go join Sigma Chi.

What a surprise.

Yeah, thanks for keeping me in the loop.

If it wasn't for the fact I was at the booster club,

I never would've known the tournament started.

Sorry. It must've slipped my mind.

Hey, Kelly, baby.

How are you?

KELLY: Hi.

Oh, how my son ever let you go, I will never know.

Hey, what the hell's going on here?

STEVE: Ah, don't worry about it.

It's our third-string in there.

We're up 28 points.

Listen to me, will you, please?

When I was doing this thing,

we won it three years in a row.

How could I forget?

CINDY: I just wish you hadn't lost your temper.

Excuse me, I did not lose my temper.

All I said to Valerie was this:

"If you want to die a slow and painful death from emphysema,

"that's your prerogative,

but do it outside where I don't have to smell it."

Look, you know how I feel about smoking.

It's just that she's been through so much this past year.

You want to know, honestly,

when I walked into that bathroom,

I was much more concerned about breathing in

all that secondhand smoke

than I was about her emotional stability.

Um, I'm really sorry, Jim.

I only started smoking

after my father...

you know.

But if it's that big of a deal, I'll quit.

Hey,

don't quit on my account.

Do it because you want to live a long and healthy life.

Yeah, right.

(phone rings)

Hello, the Walsh residence.

No, this is Valerie.

Iris McKay

calling from Hawaii.

Steve, you're blowing this way out of proportion!

What... Wait just a second.

Don't tell me we didn't blow a huge lead

the moment he started talking about his Knute Rockne thing.

But we didn't blow the lead. We're in the playoffs.

We've got another game in 90 minutes, so get over it.

Yeah, it's so obvious

your father is using the fraternity as a way

to recapture all the faded glory of being a big man on campus.

Duh!

I'm so embarrassed for him, though!

For him or for you?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Let's not turn this around on me, okay?

This is his problem, not mine.

Okay.

Lo.. ser!

(chuckles)

STEVE: You just don't know. You don't know.

(Kelly giggling)

Nat, I need a couple mega cheeseburgers to go, okay?

What's wrong?

Your father just called.

Dylan, uh, totaled his car.

He's in the hospital on life support.

Oh, my God.

His vital signs are stable.

He's breathing without a respirator.

And although he's still unconscious,

the good news is, we rarely see

a coma from a trauma lasting more than 24 hours.

So, there's reason to be optimistic, then?

Well, I'm optimistic.

Is everything all right, here?

JIM: Yes,

we were just going over the status

of Dylan McKay with Dr. Young here.

Really?

Actually, I'm just a med student,

but I was in the emergency room when Dylan came in.

Well, can we see him?

Of course you can, although visitors are only

allowed in two at a time,

unless we can make an exception just this once.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Forest, dial 112, please.

Dr. Forest, please dial 112.

(EKG monitor beeping rhythmically)

He can tell you're all in the room.

Think so?

I know so.

(whooshing)

Hi, you two. Come on in.

(festive orchestral music playing)

Oh, I told you not to bring anything.

You don't think I'd come empty-handed?

You're terrible, but we love you anyway.

Thank you. (laughs)

Mm. Happy Thanksgiving, Mom.

Mm. Hi, Dylan.

Mm. Where's Dad?

JIM: Where do you think?

Hey-hey!

(chuckles)

I hope you brought along your appetite.

What, are you kidding me? I've been fasting for two days.

And guess who else is here.

Hmm?

KEVIN: Hey, where you been?

Our team's getting clobbered here.

Yeah? Which team is that?

SUZANNE: Can I get you a drink?

Eh, maybe later.

(TV sports announcer talking)

Oh, how you doing? How was that conference?

Very productive.

Our friend Monsieur Cousteau sends his best regards.

(French accent): Ah, oui. How is Jacques these days, huh?

(both chuckle)

Cantankerous, as usual.

But very appreciative about how our little company

has helped to clean up the oceans over the past few years.

Well, as well he should be.

(doorbell chimes)

I'll get that.

Oh, that's probably Erica.

What, you let my little sister

walk over here all by herself? Come on.

(chuckles): What can I say? She's a big girl.

Yeah, she is.

You still hacking away at that poor bird?

You want to take over?

(chuckles): Yeah, just let me let Erica in.

You didn't think you were gonna get away from me

that easily, did you? (chuckling)

(wind rushing)

(echoing): Dylan!

(echoing): Yeah?

Anyway, I was gonna move the car.

Nah, it's okay. I'll get it. Yeah?

Yeah. Thanks, Dad.

Well, hey, what are dads for, huh?

Dad!

Dad...!

(yelling)

(EKG monitor beeping rhythmically)

(whispering): I think it's time we should leave him alone now.

What time do you have to be back?

Kickoff's in an hour, although how I'm supposed

to play more flag football today is beyond me.

Once you get in the game, you'll be fine.

Eh, maybe I shouldn't go.

Brandon.

It's not like it's my fraternity.

Don't do this to yourself.

It's just so weird, Kel-- I mean...

Josh died, what, six weeks ago?

Now here we are again back in the house of death.

As long as Dylan

is in there fighting for his life,

I don't think we should be burying him just yet.

You're right.

I'm gonna get some water-- you want something?

No.

How's he doing?

No change.

Can he have any more visitors?

I'll go check.

So, what's it like

in there?

I've seen him twice now, and...

both times I felt he knew I was in there.

He probably did.

But in my case, I'm afraid I might be making him feel worse.

That sounds like something Brenda would say.

No, I'm serious.

I mean, if anyone's to blame here, it's... it's me.

Wait just a second, Valerie.

That Dylan is lying in there in a coma

is nobody's fault but his own.

I mean, it's like Brandon said on the way over here.

I mean, we did everything we could to try to help him.

We did the intervention, we found a great place

for him to dry out-- and two minutes into his rehab,

he's back out on the street?

Whose fault is that?

I mean, it's not like you knew

he was out there on the street getting wasted,

and you didn't do anything to try to stop him.

Right.

So don't let yourself feel guilty.

Sad, yes, but not guilty.

Could I ask you a question?

Sure.

A personal question.

Okay.

You still love him, don't you?

Are you ready?

Yeah.

(sighs)

It's got to be very tough on her.

We try to keep visits to a minimum

for the patient's own good.

(sighs): Okay.

You bastard.

(whooshing)

(laughing)

(laughs)

I want you.

I've always wanted you.

(Pachelbel's "Canon" playing)

♪ ♪

(wind whistling softly)

(music fades out)

(whooshing)

(whooshing)

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today...

Hey, what the hell's going on here?

It's a wedding.

Actually, it's my wedding.

Our wedding.

I'm sorry, honey.

I hate to be a stickler, but you really shouldn't kiss

until after you've taken your vows.

She's right, you know.

Absolutely.

JIM: And since you're the best man,

I hope you remembered to bring some wedding rings.

VALERIE: Don't worry, if he didn't...

I did.

(laughs)

You can laugh at me

all you want, Dylan.

It's okay.

I don't care... as long as you marry me.

Valerie...

How many times do I have to tell you

I am not Valerie?!

(deep, distorted voice): I am Brenda.

That's who I am, that's who I want to be.

I want to be Brenda, and I want to be your wife.

I think we can get started.

Absolutely.

(whooshing)

ERICA: Please, Dylan, if you ever loved me,

if you ever were my brother,

help me, save me... please.

MAN: What's your hurry, son?

Can't you spare something for an old veteran?

(subway cars rumbling)

ERICA: Please, Dylan, if you ever loved me,

if you ever were my brother, help me, save me... please.

Don't stop, man!

She's out there! She's trapped!

She needs you, man.

You can do it, you can do it. Be a hero.

Follow the light, the light, just follow the light.

(subway cars rumbling)

TRILLING: That's right. That's right. Yeah... keep walking.

(EKG monitor beeping rhythmically)

(electronic ding)

(echoes): Hello, Dylan.

(soft gasp)

KEVIN: How you doing, kid?

SUZANNE: We've been so worried about you.

KEVIN: We thought you were dead, man.

And I want you to know from the bottom of my heart

that had I known that stealing all your money

would've caused you this much pain,

I never would've gone through with it.

But... since we've come this far,

what choice do we have?

Just business, kid.

You understand, don't you?

How's his medication coming, Doctor?

He's gonna sleep like a baby.

TEASLEY: Don't worry, Dylan,

you won't feel a thing.

Myles wants him to get another three cc's of Narcan.

Well, if that's what Dr. Fox truly wants,

then he knows all he has to do is write me up some paper.

He's on a break.

Well, then we're just gonna have to wait.

Well, he told me it was okay.

Jamie...

this isn't going to work.

He isn't doing so good, is he?

He could be doing better.

Don't get me wrong, I love him like a son,

but let's face it, even if Dylan survives,

he's got a profound drug problem,

and this ticker can't take too much.

(sighs): I'm with you a thousand percent, Nat.

You got to take care of yourself--

while you let me take care of the Peach Pit After Dark.

Excuse me.

How can you be making business deals at a time like this?

We're just going over some contingencies, Andrea.

(groans)

Oh, uh, do I need permission to have a life?

Excuse me, Nat, if Jesse calls, will you tell him

I have to go to the hospital, to see a friend?

Will do, hon.

Good-bye, Andrea.

What's with her?

Steve.

All we need are some new investors.

Nat, once we take over that rug store,

I'm gonna get live acts in there,

I'm gonna triple our business!

Why are you looking at me like that?

I don't like when you're looking at me like that.

I love you like a son, too, you know that, don't you?

Well, if you love me, give me 48 hours to take over his shares.

And your shares, too, if that's what it's gonna take.

Just don't cut me off at the legs!

It would be easier if we both just walk away now.

Nat, since when have I done anything the easy way?

I just need 48 hours.

12 hours.

Nat.

12 hours, and I'm out.

Why are you putting the screws to me?

You know why, don't you?

Steve,

you tell me where you're going to get that money,

and I'll leave you alone.

Okay, If it comes down to the 13th hour,

and I'm feeling incredibly masochistic,

I'll, uh... I'll hit up Rush for it.

If I don't kill him before halftime.

Such is the fate of fathers and sons, huh?

(chuckles)

(EKG monitor beeping rhythmically)

(whooshing)

(thunder crashing)

(engine starts)

(sighs)

Well... (laughs) what did you expect this to be--

a walk in the woods?

Don't put me back in that tunnel, man.

Oh, who said anything about a tunnel?

I mean, you think I want to watch you

get trashed by a subway?

Or watch them pull you off your life support?

(sighs)

No, no. I got something else in mind.

(blues-rock riff playing)

TRILLING: Any of these babes look familiar to you?

That one.

I know that one.

See that one over there?

DYLAN: She's a twin.

She's double join...

I picked that one up at Berkeley.

She, uh...

must have been a good lover.

Hey.

Don't look at me like that.

You've been with every face in this room.

Every face?

TRILLING: Haven't you?

Everyone?

DYLAN: She had a jealous husband.

And that one... she drove a blue van.

(laughs giddily)

I've been with everybody in this room.

(chuckling)

Yeah.

Uh-huh.

But I was your favorite, wasn't I?

Well, I don't know.

(playing blues-rock riff)

I was the best.

Let's take a shower.

Hi, Dylan.

Hi.

I can do anything you want.

Just let your imagination wander.

You do have a good imagination, don't you?

Well...

Bet you didn't expect to see me here.

Well, actually, no.

I think you're the only woman in the room

with whom I've never had the pleasure.

I've been saving it all for you, Dylan.

Well, we'll just have to fix that, won't we?

So, you like the way we're fixing it?

Oh, yeah, I like getting fixed.

Are you sure about that?

I think he is.

(whooshing)

ERICA: Please, Dylan...

(train whistle blowing)

you're all I've got left.

Help me.

(whooshing) Save me, please.

(whooshing) If you ever loved me,

(train brakes squealing) If you ever were my brother,

help me, save me.

Help...

(train approaching)

Please.

RUSH: Okay, give it a try.

We're ready?

Hut, hut,

ho!

Yeah.

Ha!

Nice shot, Rush.

RUSH: Attaboy.

Heck of a play, Rush.

Yeah, well, they take the fake,

and if the pass gets there, it's six points every time.

Yeah, we should have that in our playbook.

Well... well, it would be in your playbook

if a certain quarterback would take the time

to make a playbook.

And here is that "certain quarterback"

cutting it a little close-- my son, Stevie.

You know, why don't you run the team, Dad?

Oh, come on, Steve... No, seriously.

It's what you do best, really,

other than bashing your son and making a fool of yourself.

Quite an accomplishment

for a man your age.

I hope you're wearing your orthodics.

What is with him?

Can't we have any fun together anymore?

I'll talk to him.

Is this the KEG House or the Nut House? What's going on?

Steve, the way I see this is,

we can forfeit the game and drop out of the tournament,

or you can find some way to start over with your dad.

Yeah, well, forget that.

You know, for me to come here in the state of mind

that I'm in, and have him start a pissing contest

with me in front of everybody--

but I'm sorry, that's way out of line.

He's just trying to loosen everybody up.

At my expense!

You know, Steve...

It's always at my expense.

Are you siding with him?

No, I'm siding with me for a change.

I'm not even in your fraternity.

I don't have to stick around for this.

Brandon...

You know, Steve,

years from now, this is not

the golden college memory I want to be having.

You hassling with your dad; Dylan, screwing his life up.

It ain't right.

Don't you think I know that?

What's he doing now,

shooting up? I don't know.

BRANDON: All I know is, he's in intensive care,

When I got up this morning, I was so pumped for this game.

So can't we pretend it's still this morning?

Can I pretend he's not standing there?

BRANDON: We can do whatever we want, bro.

We're not doing this for your father.

We're not doing this for Dylan.

Today is just about you and me, all right?

(sighs)

BOTH: The qua...

the burrito...

off-f-f-f...

(whooshing)

KEVIN: Go ahead, lady, shoot him. Kill him!

Just pull the trigger. What's wrong with you?

I'll tell you what's wrong with me:

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I was just his vice principal in high school.

I didn't have anything against Dylan.

You're the people who ripped him off

and, and destroyed his faith in mankind.

Mrs. Teasley...

(door opening, receding footsteps)

I knew we couldn't trust her.

What are we going to do now?

TRILLING: Mm, not to worry,

I'll pull the trigger.

(gunshot)

ERICA: Dylan, you're all I've got left.

Help me.

MAN: What's your hurry, son?

Can't you spare something for an old veteran, huh?

Come on, man, don't stop!

She needs help!

She needs you, man! Be a hero!

Follow the light!

Follow the light!

Come on, man.

Follow the light!

Yeah, what if I don't "follow the light"?

What? You have a choice in the matter?

Go to hell.

Oh, what, hey,

I've been there, man,

and it ain't that bad, let me tell you.

Come on.

(train whistle blowing)

Save me, please.

You're a hero, Mckay!

Come on, You gotta have a couple of bucks for an old altar boy.

(train approaching)

God bless you, son.

I'll pray for your soul.

(brakes hissing)

So, what do you think?

This would be a great place to shoot our next video.

I don't know, I think

the Gin Blossoms already shot one here.

So what?

Everything is derivative, right?

Yeah, I guess so.

(water dripping)

(Clare's voice): Hey, what's up, Dylan?

(David's voice): David, he can't hear you.

(Clare's voice): Well, maybe he can.

(David's voice): Wrong. Look at him. He's in a coma.

(Clare's voice): You think he's going to die?

(whooshing)

CLARE: David, he can't hear you.

Well, maybe he can.

Wrong.

Look at him. He's in a coma.

DAVID: You think he's going to die?

(whooshing)

When you're hot, you're hot.

SUZANNE: Talk about being on a roll.

He's having the game of his life.

He's just lucky.

Lucky?

Okay, maybe not lucky.

KEVIN: That's right.

He's good.

He ain't good...

he's great.

You think so?

Oh, believe me, man,

over the years, I've seen them come and go.

You're the one they're going to remember.

Now all you gotta do is make this shot.

This little shot?

No, this little shot.

Relax, Dylan. It'll all be over soon.

It'll only hurt for a few seconds,

and then you'll never feel anything again.

(blues-rock riff playing)

(breathing heavily)

Just do it.

He said yes. He did?

Just stick it in his arm, get it over with.

We're going as fast as we can, babe.

If you share some of that with me, I'll be your girlfriend.

Get lost.

Please.

Don't I know you?

She's nothing, Dylan.

She's just a strung-out little street hustler.

Hurry up.

He won't, he won't hold still.

TRILLING: Just keep him with us.

Hey, this is my turf.

(yells)

SUZANNE: He is my meal ticket.

Now take it somewhere else.

Who the hell are you? His guardian angel?

That's right. I take care of him.

I call the shots. I keep him happy.

I can make him happier.

SUZANNE: If you wanted to make it

with some hot new babe, all you had to do is ask.

Yeah, why don't you show him who you had in mind, huh?

No!

Just do it!

(Erica screaming)

DAVID: What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

What the hell?

Patient has become agitated

for no apparent reason.

JAMIE: Blood pressure is rising to...

MYLES: Prepare eight cc's of Narcan, stat.

JAMIE: Myles, what are you doing?

MYLES: I'm trying to save this man's life.

Yeah. At that dosage, you'll turn him into a vegetable.

Oh, my God. MYLES: Look I want you

to get these kids out of here now.

(flatline tone humming)

Blue 55!

Set. Go!

Go!

Go!

(crowd cheering)

RUSH: First down!

(cheering)

(hearty chuckle)

Hey, Rush.

Hey, Jimmy. How are you?

Doing pretty well.

What are you doing way back here in the cheap seats?

It's a little nerve-racking

for me to be down on the sidelines,

not to mention what it does to my son.

So what's the score?

Zero-zero, 40 seconds left.

Ooh! Defensive slugfest.

Mm-hmm. The Zeebs drove all the way down the field,

they had a first and goal to go on the five,

and we held them.

Wow! I would have liked to have seen that.

Yeah? Well, you shouldn't be working

on a Saturday.

Well, actually, I was at the hospital.

Nothing too serious, I hope.

It is serious.

Dylan McKay overdosed on drugs.

Is he dead?

No, no. It doesn't look too good.

I had no idea.

Steve never mentioned anything to me.

Yeah. Makes you appreciate what you've got.

Yeah, it does.

STEVE: All right, offense!

Let's go! Way to go, guys. Way to go. Way to go.

All right, guys. Phew!

All right, bro, 40 seconds left.

What do you want to do?

We could always run out the clock.

Give them the ball this close to the end zone?

Are you crazy?

(cheering)

What about that play my dad taught you guys?

Flea flicker?

Yeah.

Let's do it.

Okay, Brandon, in the corner on two.

Ready, yeah. (grunts)

(whistle blows)

(crowd cheering)

Hut!

(crowd cheering)

(cheering)

(monitor beeping erratically)

I don't get it.

He should have been responding by now.

Just don't give him another shot. Please.

What is it with you and this guy, huh?

What, were you lovers

in another lifetime or something?

That's right, Myles. It was in another lifetime,

only I was the doctor and you were the cockroach.

You're on report.

So are you!

His blood pressure's 138.

It was just 180.

You want me to page Dr. Whittaker?

No. We'll just, um...

I mean, medically, scientifically,

what we're seeing here, it just, uh...

it doesn't make any sense.

Well, if you ask Jamie, she says...

she says what's going on is a battle for the boy's soul.

Who knows?

Maybe she's right at this point.

(whooshing)

(thunder crashing)

ERICA: Please, Dylan, you're all I've got left.

Help me.

I need help. Please.

Please, Dylan. Help.

Please.

Dylan, I need help.

MAN: What's your hurry, son?

Can't you spare something for an old veteran?

Come on. You gotta have a couple of bucks

for an old altar boy.

(train approaching)

God Bless you, son. I'll pray for your soul.

I'll make you a deal, okay?

Now, you go in there and save Erica's life,

and I promise I will never try

and shoot you up again. Okay? All right.

How do I know you're not lying?

You don't.

Go to hell.

Hey, you know, like I said,

I've been there!

It ain't so bad, Dylan!

(train whistle blowing)

That's right! You're a hero, McKay!

Keep walking, chump.

(monitor beeping, whooshing)

Please! Please, I need help.

Dylan, please! Dylan, please.

If you ever loved me,

if you ever were my brother,

please save me.

(screaming)

I've been in there, too, Dylan.

No matter what he tells you, it's not worth it.

Jack?

It's me, the old altar boy.

Dad, I tried.

I did.

I gave it everything I had. I just don't got anymore.

Yes, you can, Dylan. You really can.

Now, you just keep trying.

There's a purpose to life.

Trust me.

Trust yourself.

(panting)

JAMIE: Bethany said you

wanted to see me.

I want to show you something.

His breathing is stable,

and his EKG is back to normal.

I can't believe it.

Well, he's still unconscious

but, clearly, he's out of the woods.

What did you do?

I did nothing.

(EKG monitor beeping rhythmically)

All right, guys, drinks are on me.

It's about time you bought something, Muntz.

Actually, this drink's on Sanders.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Seriously, I'd like to make a toast.

What, rye or sourdough?

Oh, you know what?

If that's the level of humor

that this fraternity has sunken to,

we are in deep poop.

What I'd like to say is,

now that we are in the finals of Tournament 94...

Yeah! (all whooping)

I'd like to acknowledge that the greatest play that ever was...

was a gift from Tournament 64.

Thank you, Rush.

(applause) Rush! Rush! Rush! Rush! Rush!

Am I hearing right?

My son paid me a compliment?

(Rush laughs)

Hey, win, lose or draw, in my book,

you guys are already champions.

Well, just the same, we'd better win next week.

Otherwise, he won't let me forget this.

He's taken back the compliment.

Let me make a toast.

RUSH: Okay, to my son, the comedian.

To my son, the quarterback.

To my dad, the coach.

Mm-hmm.

To my dad, the nightclub owner.

The nightclub owner?

Drink! We'll talk more.

(group applauding, whooping)

Well, this could be the beginning

of a whole new era for those two.

At least until intramural basketball starts.

Want to get back to the hospital?

Yeah.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Dr. Coryn, dial 182, please.

Dr. Coryn, please dial 182.

(EKG monitor beeping rhythmically)

Dylan?

Oh, Dylan...

I knew you'd come back.

Mom, is this real?

It's very real.

You're alive.

IRIS: Excuse me. I was supposed to notify the doctor

when my son broke through.

He's broken through.