[cell phone rings]
- Yeah, Parker. - Hi, Dr. Parker. Sorry for not answering.
- No problem, thanks for calling back. - Of course.
I wanted to ask you how Daniel Neumann's surgery went.
It went well.
But due to the severe sepsis, they had to amputate the lower leg.
[ambulance siren in distance]
BERLIN ER
- Hey. - [telephone ringing]
- Hello. - [nurse] Nuria Kastorf Hospital.
- Emergency Room, hello? - Hey?
[nurse] Yes.
- Hello? - [curtain rustles]
Wow...
- You don't look like shit for once. - Yeah, love you too!
- What's going on here? - No idea.
Been like this all morning. It's one of those days.
- [Trixie] It's the moon! - [Zanna] Trixie...
- Yeah, thanks. - Thank you.
- Morning. - Morning.
- Look here, I brought you something. - Ooh.
Baklava, good for the triceps.
Banana, cookies, smoothie, and banana.
- Yes! Thanks. - You never brought us anything before.
Do me a favor, don't share any with this guy.
Shut up! [laughs]
[Dom] Hello?
Did something happen?
No. Just one of those days, I guess.
Good morning, I'm Thomas.
- Hi. - Dominik's future father-in-law.
Hi.
This is Dr. Ben Weber. One of our best trauma surgeons.
[Thomas] Trauma surgeon? Wow.
[Ben] Yeah. [chuckles]
My daughter and I wanted to catch Dominik in action in the ER
before he takes over my friend's practice in Switzerland next year.
[Ben] I see!
Right, but from the look of it, there's nothing to see today.
Or we could just go to Internal Medicine, Dominik.
Maybe your old pals have something for you.
- Right! - Please, no. It's so boring up there.
- It's very boring down here. - Dad, let's go get a curry sausage.
- Oh, that's a good idea. - Yes?
- Okay. Yes. [chuckles] - Have fun.
Another time, maybe. Bye, Mr. Weber.
- [Thomas] Bye, Dominik. - See you.
So sweet.
This is nuts.
I can't believe how quiet it is.
- [all groaning] - [Ben] No!
Not that word!
Man, Kohn! This your first day, or what?
- Why? Because I said the word "quiet"? - [all groaning]
Now all we can do is wait for something terrible to happen.
[Freddie] Mr. Kohn...
How good is your wound closure?
Let's go.
[Freddie] 25 seconds left.
[Zanna] Stack the knots opposite each other, right?
Shit!
[Freddie] 20 seconds remaining!
[Ben] Watch out for too much tension,
or you'll cut off the blood flow to the smaller vessels.
You really think I'm a total schmuck, don't you?
You know what kind of scar that'd leave on someone?
- [Freddie] Five seconds. - I'm done though.
[Trixie] Aren't you sewing any?
Nope, I glued mine. And... out!
[timer beeps, stops]
- Yeah, but... - [Ben] What is that?
- What do you mean? - That doesn't count. No!
- Of course it does. - Did you lock the doors or what?
- [Ben] Ah. - [Trixie] It's the moon!
[Ben] Glad you're here, Kian.
You always complain we don't invite you for coffee and cake, so...
- Now, you're the jury. - [Trixie] Yes.
Uh...
Which suturing is...
the best?
You really have no patients whatsoever? Upstairs is chaos!
Concentrate, please! You're not here for nothing!
[Kian] Mmm.
This is the best wound closure.
- [all exclaim] - What?
- No, but... - No! No!
- [all clamoring] - Who's the best, eh?
This is the best wound closure!
[clamoring continues]
[door shuts]
- [shushing] - [clamoring stops]
One of those days, huh?
It won't stay that way.
Well, if you need me, I'll be upstairs.
[Kian] I need to head up too.
How are Afrim's blood tests today?
[Kian] Nothing new.
[Ben] Okay.
I'll fulfill its higher purpose by eating it.
[Trixie] Maybe I can get my paperwork done in one shift today.
[Freddie] I'll come with.
All right.
[Dom] I'll go change. Maybe people will be coming later.
- Hey. What are you doing here? - Ben. Hey.
- Hi. Everything okay? - Yeah, all good.
Is your eye okay?
- Yeah. Super. - And Luis? All good?
With pills, yes. Thank you.
They worked then? Good... So what are you doing here?
Ben, there is two more boys with me.
Please, need help. Two boys. Can you help?
Just one time more, no more.
Please.
Listen, Adrian.
I got problems in my job, okay?
No, please. I have no other.
Sorry.
[in Romanian] Fuck you, man.
[in English] It's all right. All good.
[Ben stammers]
[inhales deeply] Damn it.
[door opens, shuts]
[Ben] Hey.
Hey.
May I?
[Zanna] Mm-hmm.
[exhales, sniffs]
- [Ben] Uh... - Hmm?
How are you feeling?
Maybe it's because of me it's so quiet.
To prevent another Daniel Neumann.
How... How is he?
Last night, surgeons had to amputate his lower leg.
[Ben sighs]
[Ben] It's not your fault.
I really thought I was doing the right thing.
[Ben] A sepsis like that is just bad luck.
All you did was recommend a pretty low-risk surgery.
Every hospital does it.
But how is that right?
This healthcare system is absolute trash.
It's... It's like...
Cancer?
Yeah, it's like cancer.
This job is so incredibly gross and fucked-up sometimes.
Yes, it is.
And you? Everything okay?
[chuckles] Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah, it's... all good. It's quiet.
No one's coming. It's quiet, so you know, everything's...
Everything's good. It's good.
Yeah...
Quiet!
- [screaming] - [person] Hello!
- [Freddie] Guys, patients! - [Trixie] Trauma surgeon! Dr. Weber!
[person] Open the fucking door, man!
[Trixie] Okay, people, here we go again!
- Come on! I need a doctor! - Take it easy. What happened?
Scaffolding collapsed under him!
Glass wound, vitreous prolapsing.
Okay. To the trauma bay!
[person] Shit! That scaffolding was never safe!
Sorin, don't worry. They'll patch you back together!
You'll be okay.
[Ben] Sit the gentleman down over here, please.
- Okay. What's your name? - Dirk.
Dirk, we'll take it from here, but you're welcome to stay, thank you.
[Dirk] That scaffolding was never safe.
The boss doesn't care! All they care about is money!
[Ben] Okay, we're on it.
- [groaning] - [Zanna] I need his vitals.
[Sorin sobbing]
[Zanna] Watch out, I'm coming up here.
This will be cold for a second.
Try to relax, okay?
[Ben] And back on, thank you.
[Sorin groans]
- [Zanna] So... - [Ben] Let me see the other arm.
20-centimeter gaping wound. Tourniquets!
- I'll bring some. - More bandages.
[Sorin continues groaning]
- Where are the tourniquets? - [Trixie] Uh... D-cabinet!
D-cabinet... Why? That makes no sense.
Dr. Parker, the tourniquets, please.
I'm on it, Dr. Weber.
Why? Of course they're not here either. Shit!
Uh, wait, wait, wait.
- I need your belt, please. - [Dirk] What?
Your belt, quick. I need it to stop the bleeding.
- What kind of a hospital is this? - Thank you.
- Everything okay? - Leg up, please. Everything's super!
Leg up, please.
- This is going to sting. - Excuse me!
- On three? - On three.
One...
[screams]
[thud]
[Dirk] What's wrong with him?
[Freddie] It's okay, he's just unconscious.
- Greetings to the surgical ward. - [Zanna] Yes.
- Dirk, best of luck. - Thanks.
[Zanna mumbles] Sorry.
[door opens]
[thugs shouting]
Fuck you!
[ambulance siren approaching]
[engine stops]
[Olivia] Oh, God.
[Olaf] Morons.
We stay put until the police get here, okay?
What's keeping them?
This is insane.
[dog barking]
Oh, shit.
[Olivia] What is it?
Looks like the dog got his artery.
Shit.
Okay, what do we do now?
If the artery's torn, he'll bleed to death.
What are you doing?
- We wait for the police! Olaf! - Hey, hey! Stay put.
- Stay with me, Olaf! - I'll be right back.
You can't be serious!
Stay in the ambulance.
Stay in there!
Shit.
[Olaf] Take it easy, guys.
Take it easy, okay?
Calm down.
- [crowd jeering] - I'm not the bad guy here, okay?
Just give me a minute.
- [dog barking] - Get the dog out of here.
Take him as far away as possible.
- Take him away! - [woman] Stop it!
[Olivia] Olaf.
[Olaf speaks indistinctly]
Hey, hey, hey!
[continues speaking indistinctly]
[squeals]
[thug cackles]
[thug] Come on, baby.
[panicked breathing]
Come out, come out, come out.
Don't be shy!
- [siren wailing] - The cops!
[thugs clamoring]
[gasps]
[speaks indistinctly]
[police chatting]
[heart monitor beeping]
[in Turkish] Mother, what are you doing?
Are you serious?
Don't touch this.
Did you bring the speaker?
No, I didn't bring the speaker.
But why not, my child?
Look, I spoke to cousin Efe.
He says music can help in these cases.
Mmm.
Good that we can ask cousin Efe for medical advice too.
How else could we ever help Afrim?
Why'd you bring food?
The whole ICU smells like a kebab shop.
If you had been there for him,
he wouldn't be hanging out with criminals!
[in English] Mom.
- [Emina's father] Hülya! - Afrim is not a criminal!
He's your child. You should know.
But why would I expect you to suddenly take responsibility?
[Emina's father] Emina, please.
I don't understand why you speak to me like this.
Your father and I gave you everything so you two could have a better life.
This is how you thank us?
Yeah.
You're the heroes, right?
Who cares that I looked after the whole family since I was eight.
You wonder why your kids want to move out at 18?
- [in Turkish] The thanks I get. - [knocking]
[in English] Yeah?
- Hello. - [Father, in Turkish] Kadir? You? Here?
[in English] I called him.
We need a lawyer, Dad.
How is he?
We'll talk outside.
What's in the police report?
I don't have it yet.
No surprise.
So what do we do?
Emina, I get that you want to fight for Afrim.
It's not fair what happened.
Just tell me how to win in court against that bastard.
You can't win these cases.
We can't win these cases.
They look out for each other. Always.
With that kind of attitude, we sure can't.
[sighs]
So you're leaving us hanging?
We don't stand a chance. There are no witnesses.
And your brother's in no condition to testify.
Please, Kadir. [in Turkish] Please.
Emina, listen to me.
[in English] I want to protect you from fighting a hopeless fight.
With a lawsuit, you waste time, money, and energy.
Only to lose.
I know it firsthand.
[in Turkish] Give it up.
[in English] What's the name of the officer who beat Afrim into a coma?
[in Turkish] I'm not going to tell you.
No!
What would you do in my mother's place?
Or in my father's?
Or if you were in my place?
[in English] How old is Tuba now?
16.
[electronic voice] Ground floor. Emergencies.
If she were lying there, what would you do?
What would you do?
His name is Axel Witte.
[sirens wailing]
Hey! What's your name?
[moaning]
Do you speak English?
Olivia.
[shouting] Olivia, fucking hell! I need a painkiller!
[Olaf] Don't worry, you're almost there.
Fuck you, man!
- [Olaf] If you can scream, you're alive. - [screams]
I need it now!
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
[groans]
[coughs]
[thug screaming]
[thug] What are you waiting for?
I need a painkiller!
[Olaf] I'm handing you over first, then you might get some.
- Fuck you! - Watch your tone.
Fuck you too, asshole.
[Emina] Who do we have here?
Our very German friend here was bitten by a dog,
brachial artery injured, we applied a tourniquet...
Come on! Get on with it!
...about 20 minutes ago, cardiovascular is stable.
Mobility and sensation intact.
We take him to the trauma bay... Trixie, get me Kian.
[thug] Finally!
[screams]
[Ben groans]
[thug grunting]
[thug] I need a fucking painkiller!
Last pressure was 155 over 90, sats and heart rate are good.
[thug] I'm still in pain!
We gave him half a vial clonidine IV.
- Should be enough. - [thug] Why so long?
- I'm here. - Yes.
Freddie, another 5 mg morphine.
No way.
I won't be treated by one of those people.
[screams, groans]
Hey, get your hand off me!
Uh... Careful. Watch it.
Hello, I'm Dr. Ertan.
You will be treated by me or by no one.
You're welcome to leave the ER. I won't hold you back.
If you like, go bleed to death outside, Mr. Kimmich.
Your choice.
I still need pain relief, please.
You'll get it.
- But first, I have to look at your arm. - Yeah.
[muttering]
Hands off me.
- Open your mouth, please. - Hands off...
- Open wide, please. - I swear I'll...
- Wider. And a little wider. Very good. - [groaning]
Uh, Mallampati 2. Trixie, can I get a four-blade, please?
Yeah, blade coming up.
[thug] Get your fucking hands off me!
I can't. I'm not going to treat him.
[Trixie] Fine.
[thug groaning]
[Emina] Can you feel this, Mr. Kimmich?
Are you going to answer?
- [Kimmich] Yes. - [Emina] Good.
He should get a placebo, don't you think?
[chuckles]
[Olaf] Let's hit the road.
Okay, Mr. Kimmich.
This is your painkiller.
[Kimmich] About time...
Why would you risk your life for a racist asshole?
Because it's my job.
[Kimmich groaning]
[Zanna] I'm here to tell you, you were right.
I talked you into undergoing an operation that wasn't immediately necessary.
[Liam] We've retained a lawyer.
We're going to sue you, and the hospital.
[Zanna] I understand.
[Liam] Daniel deserves justice...
for what...
you did to him.
Yes, you're right.
I won't try to dissuade you.
But I just...
I just want you both to know how truly sorry I am.
[Liam] Is that all?
Sweetness, stop it now.
Daniel, can you please stay angry just this once?
[Zanna] I know it doesn't change anything.
I just wanted to say it.
[doors opening]
Did something happen?
No, nothing... Just a small accident...
As if! You fell down a flight of stairs on the subway!
He even passed out for a bit. He may have broken his hip.
Oh, I just lost...
I mean... I lost my balance, that's all.
It's not a big deal.
Well, it doesn't look like a broken hip to me
so I suggest we take you inside and calmly have a look at it.
- Okay? - Okay.
- No hurry. - Right.
Nezire?
I'm taking my father-in-law to room one, okay?
- Yes, I'll be right with you. - [Dom] Okay.
Almost there.
[Thomas] I didn't want to be here, but she insisted...
- You know her... - Slowly.
- She said it might be serious... - I think he even passed out.
Oh, man. [clicks tongue]
POLICE
- Come on! - And up...
- And down. - [banging]
- Hold on a sec - [officer] Come on man.
What the...
[banging continues]
There's a trick.
[officer] Oh, yeah?
May I?
Be my guest.
[banging]
Hmm. Okay.
There you go.
Your colleague, Axel Witte, forgot something the other day.
Can you tell him to come pick it up, please?
We can just take it for him.
It's personal.
Sure, we'll let Axel know.
Thanks.
Enjoy that.
[officer] Thanks. Bye.
[coughs]
[lighter clicks]
Hey, lover.
Viktoria?
[Viktoria] Lover, where'd you put my shopping cart?
- [door opening, creaking] - [whimpering, humming]
Ben.
Are you okay?
[mumbles] Yeah, yeah, I'm okay...
[Nezire] You sure?
[water running]
[door closes]
Okay, Thomas, first of all,
you're getting a nice big dose of painkillers,
and then, hopefully, we'll head off, okay?
- Do you have a room now for him? - Yeah, I'm sorry it's taking so long.
But they promised me that the next available bed is yours.
I'll put pressure on the x-ray people again.
They squeezed you in, but they can go faster.
That's okay, Dominik.
I know that you have a lot to do.
It's okay, Daddy. Just accept help for once.
[Thomas] I'm embarrassing her.
- A dad who falls down the stairs... - Yeah, right!
Guess I've become an old geezer! [chuckles]
- It's our secret, old geezer. - [coughing]
No one needs to know, right?
- I'll be right back, okay? - Okay.
What are we waiting for, Dom? It's quiet here.
Here, yes, but upstairs, it's chaos.
Do something, please.
I'm already on it. I've got this. I promise.
Yeah. Kohn speaking. Yes. I'm calling about my father-in-law.
He's been waiting quite a while now.
Um... I wanted to ask if a bed's opened up by any chance?
Mm-hmm.
Um. Fine. Yes, I'll just hold.
- Dom! - Yeah.
Yeah, I'm still trying to reach the orthopedist on duty.
- There's not one vacancy upstairs. - I'll call up in a minute.
[Dom] Thanks.
Something you need to know.
Daniel Neumann and his partner are going to sue us.
Okay... Right, I see.
How should we deal with it?
Should we agree on a joint wording?
If you're contacted, then just tell them exactly what happened.
You wanted to send him home,
and I talked him into an operation.
But that wouldn't be good for you or the ER.
Are you sure?
- Yeah. - [Laura] Daddy!
It's, uh...
Dom! Help! Quick!
Daddy!
Daddy, what is it? What's wrong?
[Zanna] Could you step aside, please?
[Laura] Daddy!
- [Zanna] Got it? And... Resuscitation! - Oh my God...
- I'm pushing. - [Nezire] Dom, the bag valve mask!
Dom!
[Nezire speaks, distorted]
[Laura] What? What's wrong with him?
Daddy!
[Viktoria] Hey, lover.
- [car approaching] - [brakes screeching]
[person] ...colleagues, right?
I forgot something? Like what?
[officer] No idea. Some doc said you should go get it yourself...
[Emina] Axel Witte?
I'm Dr. Ertan.
Oh.
You found something that belongs to me?
[officer] What the hell does she think she's doing?
[officer 1] So what did you forget?
[Axel] No idea.
Who gives a shit. Let's go. I'm hungry.
Ertan.
Does the name ring a bell?
No.
No?
Afrim Ertan.
Sorry. Should it?
He's my little brother.
You beat him into a coma.
What?
[Emina] Why?
What did he do?
Yeah, okay, listen, I...
I really don't know what you're talking about.
But we have the right to protect ourselves...
Protect yourselves?
Are you for real right now?
You beat an innocent teenager into a coma.
What did he do?
[officer 2] Stop! Step back or I'll arrest you!
I'm not talking to you.
It's fine.
I want to know what happened.
Tell me what you did. And what for.
Take a step back right now and careful how you speak to an officer.
How I speak to an officer, hmm?
- I told you to take a step back! - Why?
Or else what? You gonna smash my face in too?
If you're just like your brother, sure.
I knew it.
[officer] Get away from him!
Hey, hey, hey! Emina! Emina!
You fucking bastard! I knew it!
- I'm sorry! - Let me go!
- Emina, shut up! - [muffled] Let go!
Shut up! What are you doing?
- Excuse us, please. - How can you apologize to him?
[breathing heavily]
[Axel] Get your colleague under control, will you?
What the hell! Only crazies in this place!
Let's go, guys.
[officer 3] Let's go.
[breathing deeply]
[breathing heavily] Go. Leave. Go away!
[staff member] Sure, sure. I'm sorry.
[crying] Get out!
No, no, no, no...
Oh no.
No.
[door opens]
Can I come in?
[crying]
[Nezire] 28, 29...
His troponin is way over 100.
He must have had a heart attack hours ago, and I'm wondering
how the hell could we have missed that?
- [chest compressions thumping] - [machine beeping]
[Zanna] Can you tell me how he fell?
Um... He just fell down the stairs in the subway.
Yes. He passed out momentarily.
What did his ECG show, Dom?
No irregularities.
[Zanna] Okay. Could you show it to me, please?
Sure.
- Um. I'll just go and get it, okay? - Mm-hmm.
[machine beeps]
- Here. - Thank you.
[breathes through teeth]
High pulse...
But no signs of a coronary.
- [Kian] Zanna? - Yes?
I think we should stop.
[crying] No. No, no no.
- [doctor 1] And 1 mg adrenaline. - No. [sobs]
Try the defib again.
- [defibrillator charging] - [machine beeping]
[doctor 2] No pulse. No vital signs.
[breathing shakily]
[Nezire] Hey, Ben! Have you lost your mind?
Hey, Nezire. Everything okay?
[phone ringing]
[Zanna] What happened?
[Nezire] Ben.
Something's wrong with him.
[Zanna, distorted] Ben?
Ben, are you here?
Ben?
He's here.
Ben, hey, can you hear me?
[Kian] Zanna. That's Fentanyl.
[Zanna] Oh God... Naloxone. Quick.
Ben.
Ben, can you hear me?
Ben?
Are you okay? Ben.
Hey!
Ben!
[Zanna, distorted] Can you hear me?
Ben, stay with me.
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