[distorted beeping]
[Kian, distorted] His chest is barely moving.
[Zanna, distorted] Let's give him more naloxone.
Come on, Ben.
Come on, Ben!
Still nothing?
Ben? Hey, can you hear me?
Ben... Hey!
- [coughs] - [Zanna] Ben.
[breathes heavily]
He's back... Ben.
Ben, stay with me. Keep breathing.
Ben, we're here.
- Come on, Ben. Breathe! - [strained gasping]
Keep breathing, don't stop. Stay with me!
- Ben. - [gasps]
Good. Very good...
BERLIN ER
[Ben coughs]
- Ben? Ben, can you hear me? - [coughs]
How long have you been taking opioids?
It's been a while.
Hmm.
When I fired Vincent, he...
He was telling the truth.
You used him.
[sighs]
He lives.
Um...
I'm off until my operation this afternoon, so...
Can you take him home?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
[Zanna sighs]
[sighs]
[line ringing]
Come on...
- Hey, kiddo. - Hi, Dad.
Hi. Can you hear me all right?
Yeah.
How's it going? Everything okay?
Do you want to talk about it?
[sighs, chuckles]
Honestly...
I wouldn't even know where to start.
Nothing seems to make any sense since I left.
You know?
You can always come home.
Zanna?
I've got to go back to work, Dad. Sorry.
I'm here if you need me, kiddo.
Yeah. Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye.
[Ben sighs]
[Kian] There.
You little party mouse. Time for some sleep.
- [Ben] Mm-hmm. - There you go.
Nice and comfy.
[groans]
Legs up...
[groans]
- Here, let me... - Mm-hmm.
[groans]
Boy, it hardly fits around your arm.
- Have you been working out? - Funny guy...
Oh, shit.
Hey...
Next week, you'll be back in the OR.
- Get through this. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[both chuckle]
- Nezire, hi. - [Nezire] Hi.
- Shall we do the rounds? Okay? - Mm-hmm.
[woman] It hurts...
- [man] We've been waiting for hours... - So?
The new admission from triage got back from a trip.
- High fever, labs not in yet... - Mm-hmm.
- In 1... - [phone buzzing]
Hello?
Sorry, I'm listening. Mm-hmm.
[Nezire] In 1, damaged cruciate ligament.
Our Ortho colleagues are admitting him to surgery.
Then, in 2, suspected cardiac arrhythmia.
Probably atrial fibrillation.
They're staying overnight for monitoring.
Thank you. I'll take a look at the knee.
Maybe you'll find a conservative non-surgical option.
And from now on, let me know before sending any patients upstairs, please?
All of them? [laughs]
Yeah.
- Okay? - Mm-hmm.
Hello. Hi, I'm Dr. Parker.
I'd like to have a look at your knee...
[speaks indistinctly]
[line ringing]
[clicks tongue]
[sighs]
[ringing ends]
[radio host] It's the final stretch. The weekend is coming.
We've got a few more hours left together,
and you will be treated to some great music
to get in the mood for those nice after-work drinks.
Wishing you a happy Friday!
What about those of us who work on weekends, huh?
[hip-hop playing]
Why doesn't he just play good music for a change, huh?
You done?
Not hungry, you can have it.
Normally you'd have chewed my ear off about this or that by now.
- It was wonderful, Mario. Thank you. - Glad you liked it.
[Olivia] Hmm?
Everything okay with you?
Yeah, sure, all good.
- Thanks! - [Mario] You're welcome. Thank you.
Emina's ghosting me.
She won't even answer my texts, Olaf.
[Olaf] Oh...
[Olivia] And I get why. She's running away.
But I... [sighs]
Somehow, I have this feeling that she's not even aware of it!
How can she be so blind to something like that?
And it's so stupid of me to try to fix everything,
or to try to help her...
But sometimes I feel like you have to fight for love, you know?
[Olaf] Nah, that's bullshit.
The moment you have to fight, it's over.
You have to get out of the situation as fast as you possibly can.
Anyway...
An ambulance isn't a forum for group therapy.
Focus on the job. We have a long weekend ahead.
Two people isn't "group therapy".
And you asked me, remember? So what the hell?
Yeah... [sighs] Well... I guess I shouldn't have.
Don't worry. I'll do my job, as always.
And if you weren't so grumpy, it could even be somewhat pleasant.
[Olaf, chuckles] You wouldn't survive one second without me.
Thank you, but I'd get by fine without you.
[dispatcher] Pelican Neukölln 2611.
Wanna bet? [sniffs]
Let's see if you can manage the next call on your own.
Olaf, you have a gambling problem.
[chuckles]
[Olivia] Watch and learn.
[sighs] Pelican Neukölln 2611, on it.
[dispatcher] Copy that.
[hammer banging]
[mumbles] Oh, shit...
[sighs]
[hammer banging]
We'll send him home and check on him in four weeks, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Emina...
I thought you were off today.
Yes. And I'm almost out the door again.
Any news on Ben?
Uh... He took a few days off.
- [Emina] Everything okay? - Mm-hmm.
- See you tomorrow then. - [Zanna] Yeah.
[automated voice] Voice message one.
[Ruben] Hello, Dr. Ertan. Ruben Vogl speaking.
We're looking forward to talking to you about the Munich position.
I'm about to send you the address. See you then. [beeps]
[automated voice] Voice message two.
[Olivia] Hi, Emina.
I wanted to see how Afrim is doing.
And how you are. Hope to hear back from you.
[phone beeps]
[sighs]
OLIVIA: Hey, I know you're having a hard time,
but I just wanted to check in. I'm thinking of you.
[siren wailing]
- [siren stops] - [engine switches off]
You coming? Or do you need a little time?
- [groans] - [phone clatters]
There!
I'm going to win this bet.
- Hey. - Hi.
Did you call us?
Okay.
We need a little space here, okay? What happened?
He started acting super weird.
I thought maybe he'd smoked too much, but he collapsed suddenly.
Wake up! What's his name?
- Ollie. - Ollie!
- Can you hear me? - [Olaf] ABC approach.
[Ollie grunts]
We literally just met. We barely know each other.
That's fine. Thanks for calling. We'll take care of it.
Open your mouth, please.
[Olaf] A for airways.
- Checking. - [Olaf] And?
Airway's clear. Breathing normal.
[Olaf] B for breathing, good.
Uh... GCS 12...
[Olaf] Watch out, ride somewhere else!
- And C for... - Uh... circulation.
That's okay, too.
- I'm checking your head. - [Olaf] Turn off the music?
- We're working! - [grunts]
- [kid] Sorry. - Head is stable.
[Ollie sighs]
And no...
...injuries from falling.
[Olaf] So?
Um...
In any case, he's stable enough to be moved to the ambulance.
Oh, yeah?
And I assume it's either the weed or he has a brain injury and needs a scan.
I don't smell anything.
Did you see him smoke weed?
Mm-mmm.
[Olaf grunts]
Medicinal wristband, type 1 diabetic.
A-B-C-D.
D for disability.
- Did he have a backpack? - [Gilda] I'll get it.
Reaching into your pocket...
Yeah, he fell on the pump and didn't notice.
Now he's hypoglycemic, too much insulin.
Yep, thanks.
Can you take his blood sugar, please?
Okay.
So...
Okay, drink this and you'll feel better fast.
Good. All right, do it now...
Just poke it.
Your mom's coming straight to the hospital.
Thanks... Where's my bike?
Right there.
I made a mistake because you stressed me out!
A-B-C-D-E.
You always follow the same steps.
Got me?
[line ringing]
- Table for Vogl? - Yes.
- Thanks. - [phone beeps]
Zanna, hey. It's me, Ruben. Is everything all right?
Call me back, please. Thanks.
[clears throat]
I apologize for being so late.
- Sorry... - [Abdil] Ruben! We were about to order.
- Dr. Ertan, Ruben Vogl. - Hello.
I'm so glad you could make time.
- Thank you. - [Ruben] Pardon my tardiness.
The weather took me by surprise.
Like, the bike paths that they have here?
They're so wide. I think it's amazing, really.
Gotta hand it to the Green Party.
I bought myself an e-bike in spring, so I don't always have to take the car.
But in Munich, in those narrow streets, it's no fun.
I wind up taking the car anyways.
Munich's a village compared to Berlin.
It took me an hour to go to the conference
and the cab driver kept asking me which way he was supposed to take!
Yeah, but it's so exciting, everything Berlin's got to offer.
All the culture, cuisine from all over the world...
I bet there's little time for all that when you work at the KRANK, Dr. Ertan?
No idea how you survive in Neukölln every day. I couldn't.
I grew up in Neukölln.
Working at the KRANK? I've heard the craziest stories.
It's real life!
[snorts]
Cigarette?
Excuse us.
[Ruben] You really are a people person, aren't you?
I don't have to be everyone's best friend.
Don't get me wrong.
I know that sometimes, you can be a bit combative,
but I don't mind that, really.
You sure?
That might change.
Emina, I didn't invite you because we're short on friendly staff.
We're short on good staff.
You're by far the most gifted
and impressive surgeon we've spoken to for the position.
Come to Munich.
Those guys are good.
But not as good as you.
And when the boss leaves, I need someone to take over my department.
You're offering me the position?
Yes.
You're wasting your talent at the KRANK. You know that.
Come to us.
You'll be in an environment that values you and your work,
and you'll finally have time for a private life.
[server] Was it to your liking?
[Emina] Yes, thank you.
Can I get you anything to drink?
Uh... A glass of wine?
[server] Of course. What kind?
The red kind?
- The red kind! - [Emina laughs]
To celebrate, I hope.
[phone buzzing]
[buzzing ends]
Emina.
[in Turkish] Hi, Dad.
Emina...
Tell me the truth.
Will he wake up?
[in English] I don't know.
[Nedim, in Turkish] Emina. Look at me. Tell me the truth.
Will he wake up?
[in English] I don't think so.
[Nedim cries]
[Nedim sobbing]
Bye, thanks for today.
[nurse] All right, see you.
- Trixie? - Yeah.
One and two.
Outside, there's someone who wants to talk to you.
[Ruben] Hi.
Hi.
[Ruben] Suits you.
Berlin.
[Zanna chuckles]
How is it here? [clears throat]
Good.
Very good.
Very good, yeah? Really? Okay...
Uh, Zanna, I love your family dearly and all that,
but every one of you is a terrible liar.
[laughs]
Well, except Otis.
Yeah. [laughs]
Yeah. It's frightening.
- [Zanna laughs] - [Ruben chuckles]
How have they been?
[Ruben] They miss their aunt.
And your parents miss their daughter.
What are you doing here?
You never called me back.
[Zanna] In Berlin. What are you doing in Berlin?
Oh, in Berlin? Why am I in Berlin?
I'm here for a... neurosurgical conference.
I'm here for a personal meeting with Dr. Ertan.
But above all, I'm here...
- ...because I wanted to see you. - Ruben.
Mm-mmm.
Don't you think we need to talk?
About what?
We both made a terrible mistake.
But you ran for the hills
and left me behind to deal with the consequences.
Yeah, that's true. And I'm sorry.
[Ruben] Zanna, I miss you.
Nia and I...
We're having problems...
Ruben? You're my brother-in-law.
I know. Yes. Thanks.
Zanna, there's something there.
There's a bond between us.
Ruben, please. I didn't sleep with you because there's some bond between us.
I was...
What do you mean? Out with it.
[Zanna] I was... stuck.
And I was very unhappy.
And I tossed a bomb into my life and blew myself out of there...
I can't explain it any other way.
I wish it didn't happen.
Okay.
Wow.
Who does that?
I don't know.
But that's what happened.
[Ruben] Yeah.
[lock clicks]
[door closes]
[footsteps approach]
[Kian] Ben?
[rustling]
[phone beeps]
Hey, hey. Uh, is Ben at the club with you?
Make sure to call me when you see him, okay?
I'm kind of worried.
All right.
Okay, thanks. Talk soon. Bye.
[electronic dance music playing]
- What's wrong with this guy? - [Ben] What were you guys doing?
- Let me through! - Security, security.
[laughing] Just kidding, all right?
Sorry...
[patron] Dude, look at this guy.
[grunts]
- [patron] Hey, are you okay? - Hey! Did Zanna try to reach me?
- [patron 2] No. - [patron 3] No.
No?
[mumbles incoherently]
Did Zanna call me, or...?
They had no cappuccino?
[sighs] Oh, uh, damn it.
[chuckles] I'm so sorry.
I'll go and get...
[Laura] No, it's okay. It's okay.
I don't understand it.
He falls...
He goes to the hospital, and...
He dies.
It makes no sense.
We were in a hospital.
I'm so sorry.
[Laura sobbing]
I'll go get you a new one.
[radio host] We want to know your opinions.
Just call the station. Give us a call. Call right now.
And share your stories with us. We can't wait to hear from you.
Let us know how you're feeling.
[sighs]
[phone buzzing]
Hey, Diego. What's up?
Where?
- Shit. - What's wrong?
Where are we going?
- Where are we going? - [siren blaring]
- Did you find him? - No, a neighbor found him.
They called an ambulance.
A colleague recognized him and called me instead of bringing him in.
- [Kian] Is he okay? - [Olaf] He just had too much.
He doesn't need a hospital.
- Thanks, Olaf. - Yeah, sure.
It's all good... Do you have fentanyl?
- Come on. We'll take you upstairs. - Let's go.
- Up. - No...
- [Olaf] Okay. - [Kian] I've got him, thanks.
[Ben] Just one minute.
Here we go, big guy.
- [Ben mumbling] Okay... See you. - See you.
Bye!
[Ben, straining]
- Wait a second. That's it? - [Olaf] What?
He has a drug problem, Olaf.
It's not our problem.
What the hell? He needs help.
[Olaf] It doesn't help him if we take him to the KRANK
for all the world to see that he's a druggie.
Let's not do that to him.
He can't quit all on his own, Olaf.
Leaving him here won't help.
That's not your decision.
Stop always second guessing everything people tell you.
[Ben groans]
[both sigh]
[Kian sighing]
[Ben grunts]
[Kian sighs]
[Ben breathing heavily]
[Kian] I should have noticed.
- [Ben groans, sniffs] - I'm sorry.
I did a good job hiding it.
[both chuckling]
[Olaf sighs]
- He's gonna be okay. - And you know that because...?
He won't be okay.
[Olaf] Are you going to mope all day?
Yes! Why do you always have to be so loud?
- I'll be as loud as I want. - Great.
It's so toxic in here.
[dispatcher] Pelican 2611, do you copy?
Not with your greasy fingers.
Pelican 2611 receiving.
Lake shore at the gravel quarry. Unconscious person.
[Ben crying]
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
[ringing ends]
[siren wailing]
Where the hell is it?
[Olivia] About half a mile from here. No idea.
Could you be more exact?
No reception. I just told you.
[Olaf sighs] Great...
[Olivia] Just keep driving. We'll find it.
- Go left here. - Here?
[Olivia] Yeah, here. Over the dam.
Oh, man.
It's somewhere around here.
- [Olivia] A bit further. - I can't, or we'll get stuck.
- That's it. - You take the heavy backpack.
And the defib.
[door closes]
Who goes to the lake this time of year anyway?
Shit.
I would go that way, I think.
Or not...
[Olaf panting]
[Olaf] Hello? [panting]
[Olivia] Wait a sec.
Hello?
Paramedics!
Did anybody call for us?
[Olaf continues panting]
[Olivia groans]
[sighs]
[Olivia] I can't believe it. Nobody here.
Are you kidding me or what?
Did they just leave?
Hello?
[Olaf] Bloody hell.
[Olivia] Hello?
Why can't I be the one with a rainbow flag, popping ecstasy,
calling 911 as soon as I'm rolling a bit too hard?
Only to fuck off before the medics show up.
Where are you, assholes!
[laughs]
LOL. That's the road.
- Oh, great. - [laughs]
It's so awesome that we came all this way
through the goddamn fucking desert for nothing!
Just great!
Sorry.
There's no Internet here.
It's not my fault, and not the end of the world.
[panting] This sucks.
All for nothing but a bunch of shit-faced queers.
What?
That's the correct word. Queer.
Sure, but you don't have to say it like that.
It's unnecessary.
How do you know they were on drugs anyway?
40 years of experience.
[Olivia] Mm-hmm.
[mocking] Mm-hmm.
[rasps, groans]
[panting]
Could you please, just for five minutes, stop being such a grumpy old man?
There it is again.
[panting]
That's the only thing you see me as,
ever since you first stepped in my ambulance.
You haven't seen me as anything
but an old white man with nothing to offer.
I never called you old and white.
What do you know about me?
Other than me being an old white man? Huh?
Where do I live? Do I have cats? Do I have siblings?
What kind of music do I like?
You haven't asked me any personal questions whatsoever!
- That's absolutely not true. I tried... - You don't know! You never even tried to!
You and your whole generation!
Always talking about acceptance!
And how everyone should be allowed to be who they are.
But what about me?
- What are you talking about? - I'm not important?
I tried so often to talk to you!
You're all so selfish! You did not!
You're great at guilt-tripping, at mouthing off about how wrong I am,
how I know nothing...
- How clueless I am... - That's not true.
- I've had it! - Leave me alone, will you?
You treat me like a freaking kid.
I really tried to teach you something.
But you don't care about my experience, or about learning anything!
I've known this harsh reality three times longer than you have.
I can tell you, life is chaotic, complicated and unfair!
- What the fuck? - Can I give you some advice?
No.
Quit!
Either you've got what it takes to be a doctor or you don't.
And you don't!
How the hell would you know? You're not even a doctor!
I'd rather quit than end up like you.
[screams]
[coughing, groaning]
Olaf?
[groaning]
- Olaf? - [screams]
What's wrong?
Olaf! [breathing heavily]
Olaf!
Help! Help!
Okay... A, airways.
[breathing heavily]
One... Four...
Six... Ten...
Thirteen, fourteen...
Seventeen... Twenty... [panicked breathing]
Twenty-seven... Thirty...
Olaf. Olaf.
[breathing heavily]
Okay, remove the shirt.
Electrodes.
[AED voice] Charging.
Delivering shock. Do not touch patient.
[beeping]
- [AED shocks] - Continue CPR.
Three, six...
- Interrupt resuscitation. - What?
- I'll be right back. Help! - [AED speaks indistinctly]
Help!
[beep] Olaf collapsed. I need help!
[dispatcher] Pelican 2611, please repeat.
Male, cardiac arrest.
Defibrillator applied.
Request immediate assistance.
Copy that, Pelican 2611. Help is on its way to location.
Olaf!
[AED voice] Analyzing heart rhythm.
Ventilate patient.
- Okay... - Analyzing heart rhythm.
- Ventilate patient. - Okay.
Analyzing heart rhythm. Ventilate patient.
Emina - Offline
Dr. Beck, do you have a moment?
Mmm. Have a seat.
I...
I'd like to talk to you again
about the patient-fishing from the ER to the wards
and how we're pushing for surgery.
Yeah. It's working perfectly.
I got the new equipment you asked for and the new nurse starts next week.
Right, that's not the point.
So recently, after a routine operation, a sepsis occurred.
Staphylococcal.
As a result, the patient, Daniel Neumann, had his lower leg amputated.
Don't worry about the lawsuit, Dr. Parker.
Patients' lawsuits don't go far.
We determine if and when they get to see the records.
And if they can use them or not.
I advised Mr. Neumann to undergo that operation
even though it wasn't essential.
Hmm. Forget about it.
Just keep it up.
It's working.
I'm glad I hired you, Doctor.
Enjoy your evening.
[radio host] It's a Berlin Sunday. The best day to stay in bed.
And we have just the music for it, and for you.
[indie music playing]
[Olaf] You saved my life.
[whispers] I was only doing my job.
[Olaf] Thank you.
I think you'll make a good doctor.
[both chuckle]
Someday.
[chuckles]
[phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
[ringing ends]
[sighs]
[pedestrians murmuring]
[pedestrian] Something's on fire...
[crowd chattering, panicking]
Subtitles: DUBBING BROTHERS