Nightmares & Dreamscapes: From the Stories of Stephen King (2006): Season 1, Episode 7 - Autopsy Room Four - full transcript

Oohh.

What's happening to me?

What was that?

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?

Oh, no.



These sensations are too...

Too what?

Too rational
for it to be a dream.

- Room 4, I think.
- Then what is it?

Ohh. What is
happening to me?

Why can't I move my lips?

I can feel them, 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?.

Howard Cottrell.

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.
- Ohh. - 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?

Yeah, 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 aren't... aren't crying for air.
So, I must be ok, right?

- Expensive haircut.
- Except, if you're dead, they...

- They wouldn't be...
- Excellent dentistry.

Oh, I smell cigarettes
on your breath.

If... 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
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.

- I'm sick of this sophomore class wit.
- 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 one.

Worry? Heh heh heh heh.
I'm Howard Cottrell.

Known to my colleagues
in the gladiator pits

we call the new york
stock exchange as

Howard the conqueror.

I trust Angela
is having fun.

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

What the hell was that?

Heat lightning.

- I didn't die
on the golf course, did I?
- That's all, folks.

Get outta here.
I still got my shot.

You get zapped by lightning, pal,
you're going home in a zip-lock bag

with a side of South Carolina
barbecue sauce.

Feeling threatened, Ed?

Afraid your mighty one-stroke lead
might suddenly evaporate?

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 2 under par.

- Whoa. Easy there.
- Darn. - You all right?

Let's go get it.

- It's a $5.00 ball.
- Oh, please.

Sign here, please.

Bear down hard.

It's 3 copies.

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?

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.

It's gone.
Forget it.

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.

You are such a wimp.

- Oh... wimp.
- Oh, grow up.

You know what?

You go on.
I'll walk back.

Ow. Damn it.

What now, commander?

Welcome to the Vietnam
of myrtle beach.

Yeah. Well,
take no prisoners.

Ahh, it would have
to be the eighteenth.

Place is probably
infested with ticks...

Aah.

Howard?

Howard.

Howard.

Hey. Hey, stop.
Over here.

Hey. Doctor. Quick.

Over here.
This way.

Doctor, please, my buddy's
had a heart attack.
He... he isn't moving.

I'm on my way.

- This way.
- Yeah.

Whoa.
Whoa.

Got him?

Whaah.
E-Easy, boys.

This way.

Ah. Yeah.

Ahh.

Ehh.

Breathe on that, Sonny.

Smell that $20 bill.

If I made it a hundred?

Eh?

Yep. He's dead.

What?

Heart attack.

I seen it before.
You yankees come down here

and can't take the humidity.

No. No, no.
This is a joke.

You can't just say
someone is dead.

I just did.

Is that the way you crackers
do it in the boondocks?

Ever heard of CPR?
This is Howard, ok?

This is my buddy Howard.

So, please, could somebody
call an ambulance?

Ahh. 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.

Rigor mortis
is not discernable.

- No signs of a medical intervention.
- Incompetent morons.

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

- We're all out
of body diagrams.
- Yeah.

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 attending?
Kazalian? Is he still around?

He's the guy that performed
the physical on Noah

when he grounded the ark
on Mount Ararat.

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.

- I am flattered.
- Don't be.

You're holding them
upside down.

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

I knew that.

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.

Here's my hypothesis...

I.H.S.S.,

idiopathic hypertrophic
subaortic stenosis.

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

I.H.S.S.?
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...

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.

Ohh, this table is ice-cold.

Can't they see goose bumps?
Ow.

It's all wet 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
is right here.

We have a dark blue
polo shirt,

short sleeves, size large.

Grass stains.
Otherwise unremarkable.

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.

Jockeys.

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.

Red?

But it's not
valentine's day.

Just saving it
for you, Angela.

Like I save
all good things.

Oh, honey.

Oh, what a beautiful surprise.

For 3 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.

- You hold him up.
- Now I know what dead is.

My weiner is lying there
like a stunned mole.

- 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.

Would you be interested
in doing the autopsy,

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?

You want me
to do the autopsy?

Yeah. I think so.

Ok. Sure.

- You'll assist, right?
- Your trusty copilot.

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

You bet.

Please, don't.

Please, don't.

I... I think you'll want to 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. Given his age...

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 irregular...
- 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, 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.

May wanna do a biopsy on that.

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

Unless, 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.

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.
- Ok, let's just flip this pancake.

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

Eep. Ohh.

Oh, my nose.

What if I suffocate
like this?

Ok. Ok, this could be good.

Bleed. Please, bleed.
Only, don't just bleed, gush.

Yes. Yes, let my face
smack down onto the table
like a 10-ten weight,

- and then they'll know.
- No neck injuries. No rigor.

Peter, you wimp.

What is that?
Some kind of cattle thermometer?

Ohh. I...

Take it back. Dear god.

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

- You have a gift, Dr. Jennings.
- Oh, think of something, anything...

think of the mother
of all home runs.

It was, uh... Bucky Dent.

Bucky dent's 3-run homer against the,
uh... The Red Sox, 1978.

Unh... Oh, the relief.

- The yankees clinched.
- For a dead guy, he's remarkably elevated.

- No, no, seriously.
- Well, here's your diagrams.

- He's still got his shoes.
- Whose fault is that?

- You got that?
- Hmm? Oh.

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

What the hell
will they do to me now?

Drunken guest at a hotel.
Got himself steamed 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.

Well, that would
be consistent with your
deranged worldview.

No, 2 tiny holes
right here.

Oh, an ankle-sucking
vampire.

Well, explain the fact there are
2 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.

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.

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, no. Rusty?

You want a good, clean
vertical stab, one time only...

- No. Rusty, we're friends.
- Right in the vein.

Rusty.

Gaah.

It's a good thing
this guy is feeling no pain.

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.
- 2 seconds?

- Yeah, but basically
it's still the same.
- 5? A whole minute?

Welcome to the
Dr. Katie Arlen show.

You are deranged.

There are lots of secrets
in the autopsy room.

Don't feel the need
to share, Rusty.

2387. Dr. Curry.

Know why Katie likes it here?
'Cause it's down-and-dirty.

She 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'll be you.

Turn that off.

Stop fighting
like schoolchildren
and listen to me.

Well, I need a haircut.

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 thinking?

- You're cruising, bro.
- Ok. 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.

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?

According to his medical records,
it's due to

an antipersonnel device
during his tour of Vietnam.

Poor guy must've
stepped on a land mine.

That shrapnel is 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 a 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,
a... the, uh...

The 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 a higher market value.

Let's watch the movie.

You expect a 4-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 weight-lifting

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?

No, this is colleen
at that extension.

I've seen no charts.

Howard bought those clubs
in Scotland.

I was with him.
We played 7 courses in 5 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.

Oh, thank you so much.

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 about 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.

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 good-bye.

Well, you can say good-bye.
Hey, doc. At the funeral.

We'll have the biggest funeral
the stock exchange has seen
since the dot-com disaster.

Mrs. Pataki, come to
nursing station 3 west.

What's the matter?

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?

Nothing to you.

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.

5 bucks says I can get
that can on top of the gurney.

Oh. Stop foolin' around.

- Snake. Snake.
- Aaah.

Uhh.

Help. Somebody help.

This mad charade
is coming to an end.

I'll never see Angela again,

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

Let's make the initial
"Y" incision,

We'll extend from the front of
the shoulders to the xiphoid process

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.

All right.

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...
- Struck by lighting.

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?

- Very often, there's a...
- How much more can I take?

- Yes. No. Stop. Go.
- Branching discoloration
on the chest...

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.

- Somebody help.
- Security. We're here.

- Well, what in the hell
took you so long?
- Is anybody hurt?

My buddy is dead,
been bit by a snake.

- It's still in here.
- Hang on. We're working
on the door.

Hurry up.

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.

- All right, 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.

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.

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?

Guhh.

No more.

No more.

What's goin' on
in there, fella?

- We got it?
- Nearly do.

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...
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. Something is happening.

- Give me one of those...
- Oh, what a feeling.

Out of hell
and straight to heaven.

- Snake bit him.
- Excuse me.

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.

Hey. Here you go.

- Hey.
- Are you ok, or...

Angela.

Angela.

Leave me alone.

Excuse me. Wait.
What's going on?

- Civilians.
- Can I help you?

I'm looking for my fiancé.

- She's just a little distraught.
- Is your fiancé a doctor?

- No. He's dead.
- Her hand is still on me.

Uh-oh.

Oh. Something is
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.

- Howard.
- No, ma'am.
- Calm down.

- My 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 telling the truth.

- Howard.
- Angela. Let her in.

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

There are two, 2 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.

- 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...

- there they are 2 tiny
puncture wounds.
- Oh. Dr. Arlen...

- Don't stop now.
- Mike was bit by a snake, too...

- one... one last chance...
- He wasn't breathing.

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 damned.

Did you ever doubt it,
even for a second?

- I'm back.
- It isn't. I mean, it can't be.

Boy, am I back.

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

Aah.

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.

Code blue in the autopsy room.
Code blue.

- Got it?
- I got it.

Get the door, please.

- Use this.
- We got it.

- What's happening?
- Someone die in there?

Where's the patient?

- Him.
- Him?

- All right.
- Ok, I got the leads.

Well, the rest of him
looks dead, right?

- Crash cart prepared.
- You could've 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.

Hey, hey, no. No,
no, no, no. Lie down.

Ohh.

Take it easy.
Easy now.

Easy.

They said you were dead,

but you came back
against all odds.

Howard,
my conquering hero.

Oh, honey.

Oh, honey.

--- resync by Rubens ---