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[electronic music playing]

[muffled conversations]

[footsteps on stairs]

[panting]

Why is it never the ground floor?

[Olaf groans]

Hey.

Hey! Don't just barge in there, Olivia!

[music continues]

[Olaf] Don't!

Olivia!

- [people chattering] - [device beeping]

[woman moaning]

[sighs]

Typical Berlin brunch.

Anyone call an ambulance?

No. Not us.

Kinky outfit.

Thanks.

[woman] Can I take it off?

No, sorry. I'm on duty.

[party guest 1] Over here, bedroom.

In the back, to the left.

See you.

[party guest 1] There, behind the bed.

Huh? He was fine last time I saw him.

Uh, when was that?

Not sure. A few hours ago?

[music continues]

[party guest 1] He's okay, right?

What's he on?

He... He was just fine.

He... He took some of this new stuff.

[Olivia] Olaf?

[Olaf sighs] That's no use, Olivia.

[party guest 1] What? No.

- [Olaf sighs] - You gotta help him.

We can't. He's dead.

We need to call the police.

[party guest 2] Help!

[party guest 3] Oh, my God. Over here!

- Come. - Coming.

- [party guest 3] Oh, my God. Over here! - [party guest 2] Over here!

She's over here.

[Olivia] Will someone please turn off the music?

[music stops]

[body convulsing]

- Oh, God. - [Olaf exhales]

Oral airway, Olivia.

She was fine just now.

[Olaf] Oxygen.

Olivia, we may be able to help her,

but I need you fully focused, okay?

[Olivia] I just spoke to her.

There.

[patient breathing shakily]

[Olaf] Midazolam.

- She needs midazolam. - [Olivia] Yeah.

[patient groaning, grunting]

[monitor beeping]

[Olaf] Nothing. Nothing!

She's not reacting to it.

[stifled breaths]

BERLIN ER

[ambulance wailing]

Shit.

[chattering]

[monitor beeps]

[doctor] Just put him on a drip.

[chattering]

Would anyone like to try some of my homemade crumb cake?

Here.

Sorry.

Morning!

- Good morning! - [staff chattering]

Good morning, everyone. Good morning.

Glad you're all here.

Thanks for squeezing yourselves in here like this.

A bit tight, but we'll manage.

[door closes]

[person groaning]

[Ben] Viktoria.

- Hey. - Hey, lover.

[Ben] What's up, baby?

Oh, breakfast in bed.

Minced meat roll. Mm. I smell the extra onions.

[Zanna] I've been here a few weeks now

and I know it wasn't a...

an easy start.

'Cause you came in here like the fucking Stasi.

And I'd be delighted, actually, if we could just start all over again.

Look, here.

It's new equipment.

Pack up.

And again. Here you go.

No more using old needles, okay?

- [Viktoria sighs] - Understood?

[Viktoria groans] Ciao.

Good?

Well, first, let me start by saying that

I see how hard you are all working every day.

I also see how difficult working conditions are here,

in this whole building.

- Ciao. - [chuckles]

- See you tomorrow. - Ciao.

[Zanna] I've taken a look at the processes,

or rather lack of them,

and I have got a few suggestions to make,

uh, um, so that we can do a more efficient job.

First point is patient admissions.

Currently, they happen on an arbitrary basis.

No kidding.

Most of the time there's barely even an initial assessment.

Which is why, as of now, we'll be utilizing the Manchester Triage System.

[Emina] That again! We've tried it already.

It means that every patient, every patient,

who comes through this hospital's main entrance,

will, within 30 minutes of their arrival,

be pre-examined by a nurse.

- [nurse] How do we do that? - [Zanna] What do you mean?

Will you be hiring more personnel?

I have a question from Mr. Raisner that concerns all of us.

- Please, Mr. Raisner. - My question was...

how you plan on doing it? Do you plan on hiring,

or are you gonna make us work 30 hours in a day somehow?

[staff chattering]

There will be a rotation system put into place for nurses.

Every two hours, one nurse will be assigned exclusively to triage.

[scoffs]

The problem with the current system is that this ER

is constantly doing all the work of the other departments.

[colleague 4] I agree.

[Zanna] If we handle triage better,

it will allow our specialists to treat their patients directly

from the beginning.

It will give us some real room to breathe.

[staff chattering]

You look beautiful. I love your hair.

[colleague 2 groans]

The second point is money.

- [others groan] - [colleague 3] Here we go.

We're forgoing a considerable portion of the medical claims.

This is why, from now on, every diagnosis of every single patient

who comes through our doors must be entered into the system,

including the chronic cases.

That's the only way to avoid forgoing revenue

- that is otherwise easy to get. - [Emina] Awesome.

Now it's obvious it's only about the money.

[Zanna] Yes, we need money for this ER to function.

I can assure you that a little bit of organization

will end up making a big difference.

[Emina] It's always about money.

It's all that matters to them.

The last point is storage and organization of equipment and medicine.

Neither seem to exist.

Half of our narcotics supplies seems to just vanish...

into thin air.

And this is why we will, from now on, lock them away.

Ah!

- There will be a new system in place... - But we have to discuss it first.

...by which these drugs are to be checked out

of the medicine room.

I've sent out a PDF to all of you regarding this.

She's insane. Completely insane. Yeah.

- Look at her. - [colleague 4] She's doing her job.

It's not like it's not hard enough as it is.

[murmuring]

- [voices distorting] - [water bubbling]

[sighs]

You do know that attendance at the department meeting was mandatory?

Yeah, yeah.

Sorry, I... I had a patient.

[door closes]

Shit.

[exhales]

Mr. Keller, why wasn't blood pressure taken from three of our patients?

- [scoffs] - Talk to Vincent. He's on triage, not me.

- [Raisner] We're out of tilidine again. - Why aren't you on triage?

Because I have patients who need my attention.

But you can't just up and leave.

Um... Huh?

- [Dom] Bruno? - Yes?

Uh, in the system it says room four is vacant, but it's not?

No one ever updates room status. Just go look for an empty one.

Nice to have you with us, Mr. Kohn.

[Dom] Uh... Thanks.

[Bruno] Hi.

Can we have some more of that gentrified heroin?

Looks like we are out of ours again.

Thanks. You're the best.

I ordered more tilidine.

Thank you.

Now we just have to make sure it doesn't get stolen again.

[Bruno] Why? What would you do?

Body search?

Only if I have to.

We have a young patient with seizures coming in.

Mr. Kohn? I'll join in a minute.

Where to?

[Dom] Uh... Trauma bay two.

[breathing shakily]

- [Dom] Careful. - [Olivia] Careful.

- Handover or on the bed? - Um... Bed.

- [Dom] Bruno, raise the bed please? - Yes.

On three. One, two, three.

- [strains] - [thuds]

[patient breathing shakily]

Good. Now, a team time-out and handover by the paramedics. Hmm?

Status epilepticus for 33 minutes.

We solved the initial A problem.

Spontaneous breathing. No B or C problem.

We gave her two times four milligrams midazolam IV but that didn't work.

[door opens, closes]

The medic onsite gave her another 3.5 grams levetiracetam IV, also failed.

Temperature just below 105. Preexisting conditions unknown.

Thanks. Very good. Do we have access?

Like I said, we started an IV.

[Dom] Fine. Then we'll administer magnesium sulfate.

Ready?

How much?

Just the regular dose.

[patient grunting]

Don't you think we should try a second anti-convulsive first?

[Freddie] Dom, what dosage?

[patient grunting]

[Freddie] Dom?

Easy.

[patient grunts]

[door opens]

[Zanna] Okay. What happened?

Uh, young woman with a seizure.

[grunting continues]

Please, your handover again.

[Olaf] Uh...

Seizure for half an hour. Midazolam four milligram intravenous.

She got it twice.

Levetiracetam IV, 3.5, onsite, nothing.

Okay. What did we give her?

[Freddie] We wanted to give her mag-sulfate.

What are we thinking? Does she have eclampsia?

Uh... We think this here is the culprit.

Some new synthetic shit called "fuzz". Nothing warm and fuzzy about it.

It's most likely cut with some nasty crap.

Okay.

Uh... Mr. Kohn, what's next?

We should administer a second anti-convulsive.

[Zanna] Mm-hmm. Which one?

Mr. Kohn, name one.

Diazepam.

Okay. Mr. Kuti, prepare a rapid sequence intubation

and call Dr. Amini.

We'll try propofol.

We need to get her temperature down or her brain will boil.

[inhales deeply]

Fuck! Fuck!

[pants]

[Viktoria] Did you lose your lottery ticket?

[Dom] Huh?

You're a doctor, man. Aren't you supposed to handle stress?

What?

How many trauma rooms have you been in, huh?

I was top of my class in med school.

[Dom chuckles]

Seriously?

Not the brightest candle on the cake either.

Hey, asshole, give me the bottle back!

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I'll kick your ass.

[sighs]

[inhales deeply, exhales]

[sighs]

Like I said, I'm calling to flag a bad batch of narcotics.

We just had an emergency. What?

No, we're a hospital. I'm calling... What?

So... Have you made out with her?

- Huh? - Have you two made out already?

[chuckles] Or is she still pissed with you

over the Volker Racho stunt?

I'd be pissed off too if I were her.

- No, you wouldn't. - At least she didn't rat anyone out.

Okay, wow.

Ben, what exactly is your problem with her?

I, uh... I have... I have no problem.

- You have no problem? - I have no problem with her.

You gotta admit some of the changes aren't total crap.

[chuckles]

Are the two of you best friends or something?

Come on, grow up, little guy. Seriously.

Traitor.

Freddie, where do I sign?

- [knocks on door] - [Afrim] Ben!

- Thanks. - Hey, look at me.

Ben, are you serious? Open the door, man.

[Ben chuckles]

[door beeps]

[chuckles] Hey!

What's up? Are you good?

Oh, uh-uh-uh.

You looking for Emina?

No, for you.

Huh?

Oh, man. I have to do an internship for school

and I guess I started looking for one too late, you know?

- Uh-huh? - So...

I was thinking...

that an internship with you would be awesome.

- Mm-hmm? - Yeah.

That's what you thought?

Yeah.

Don't you think?

[sighs] Afrim, I'm not sure about that.

What do you mean?

- Uh... - Ben?

Come on, man. Please.

Just look at you!

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

Come on.

Okay. Come with me.

We'll run it by the boss.

You already asked Emina, right?

- Yeah, she's cool with it. - Sure?

There.

Be a good boy.

Here.

Um...

Dr. Parker? Um, this is Afrim.

- Hi, Afrim. - Hello.

Afrim would like to do an internship,

and I'd like to volunteer to be his mentor.

Dom!

Um, Afrim, hi.

Wait by the coffee machine. I'll be right there.

- [Afrim] Mm-hmm. - [Ben] I'll be right back.

Uh... What happened back there?

[door rattling]

[scuffling]

Hello?

[grunting and groaning]

[shushes]

[grunting]

[shushes]

[pants]

What's with your arm?

Hmm?

I'm a doctor.

You speak English?

No papers. Don't call the police, please.

No police.

Okay. Can I see your arm?

Yeah?

I can help you.

Okay?

You won't get far with that thing. You need antibiotics.

Just wait here. Okay?

[Dom] Uh, I know I must have looked like a total moron.

I know that can't happen. Not even on a first day.

And I know it's no excuse, but...

I... I'd still like to tell you why I had that blackout in there.

My sister died of a drug overdose.

Oh, I...

I'm sorry.

It's been a few years now. Um...

[exhales gently]

[chuckles]

The thing is that my fiancée and I were the ones that found her and, um...

that's exactly how she looked.

I promise that...

it won't ever happen again.

How is she?

She's getting an MRI.

That's awful. I'm so sorry.

Bruno, I have an under-the-radar patient.

We can't do that anymore.

With the new rules in place...

Yeah, I know all that, but I really need a room.

Please.

I don't even wanna hear about it.

Yes or no?

- No, man. - No?

- No. - No?

Okay, thanks. Thanks.

Shit.

Hey. Hey.

Um...

Um, I... I know a place we can go.

Okay? Come with me.

Yeah?

Uh, come... Come with me.

- I'm Ben. - Adrian.

Where are you from?

Moldova, but I'm in Berlin two years.

Yeah?

Stop here.

Okay, you can go through. That's, uh, my security.

- You know. - Okay. Super security.

Wait. This way.

Uh... This is my office.

Oh, yeah?

Here.

Here.

[sighs]

Oh, shit.

Okay.

[sighs]

What happened?

Adrian? Huh?

Cigarettes?

Did someone do that?

Or did you?

I work in the park. Tiergarten.

[Ben] Uh-huh.

Sex.

I mean, for money.

Uh-huh. You speak pretty well.

That's considering you haven't been here for very long.

I learn, but people still not like.

They have no respect for me.

No papers. No help come.

With papers, also no help.

[Ben] Adrian, uh...

I'm going to stick a needle in here.

Then I'm going to give you medicine. This thing.

If I don't die, like colleague here, super.

[chuckles]

No, no, he didn't want any.

[rapping in Romanian] ♪ Can't stop trying ♪

♪ To understand my fate ♪

♪ Physically speaking ♪

♪ But what about my mind? ♪

♪ What about my head? ♪

♪ Fuck it, quit asking You've got God ♪

♪ By your side, on days good or bad ♪

♪ After all Everyone has their cross to bear ♪

What was that?

It is my song. I am a rapper.

[Ben] Yeah?

Mm. One day, big concert in Berlin.

You can... come see.

Okay.

Ah-ha.

Will you need security?

I, uh... I know someone. [chuckles]

Your colleague?

Yeah. [chuckles]

All right. You'll feel a little pinch.

[Ben] Uh-huh.

Since when is this locked?

Yeah.

Such a waste of time.

First, you've got to get a key from a senior nurse,

then find a colleague who will co-sign what you take out.

Seriously, such bullshit.

What's next, huh?

Are they gonna handcuff us to the radiator for triage?

Yeah.

[sighs]

I need a packet of flucloxacillin, please.

Here.

- Only for you. - Mm-hmm.

[Raisner] Only in your case.

[trolley rattles]

Thanks.

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[Adrian whistles]

[sighs]

There you are.

Here's your pills. Uh...

Two, three times a day.

Finish the box.

Good. Adrian...

- All the best, okay? - No, wait...

[Ben chuckles]

Don't you have to...

- I'll take that out. - I don't take this outside.

Come on.

Or else a problem.

You got family here?

Is in Moldova.

Yeah.

I send money...

to Grandma and Mother.

I'm taking this out. Little pinch, okay?

Right, keep pressing.

[Adrian] Thank you.

[elevator] Ground floor.

- Thanks. - Emergency.

Welcome to the KRANK.

[Emina] What are you doing here?

[Afrim] Um, it's about my internship.

No fucking way, dude.

As if I want my kid brother here at the hospital.

- He's your brother? - Yes, he is.

- Nice to meet you. - She already said yes.

Bana ne. Go and find some other internship.

No. Unfortunately, that won't work.

Today's the last day.

I don't get it. Are you trying to make your life difficult?

Why do it here?

You said your job prevented you from coming to my birthday, right?

So I'm coming to your job. Very simple.

- I will not be looking after you! - And you won't have to.

I'll have Ben.

[sighs] Oh, Ben!

Awesome.

- [beep] - It's gonna be just great.

- Vincent? - [Raisner] Yes?

My patient in room two needs an IV before moving upstairs, okay?

[Raisner] Okay. I'm on it.

Trixie, where's the narcotics key?

I have another patient who needs a couple of doses.

[Trixie] How would I know?

Oh, well, this is a super system. Real efficient.

[Trixie] I heard your brother's going to be our new intern.

Yeah. One more reason for me to leave.

Mr. Raisner!

[Raisner] Yes?

My patient's been waiting for over an hour for his IV infusion.

I'll get to it.

[sighs]

[door opens]

I'd like to make a suggestion.

You want my mom to intern here?

I need your help with this team.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

I know you're looking for a new job.

And I have it on good authority

that my old hospital is looking for a neurosurgeon.

It's not official yet.

I know someone there

and, if you like, I could put you in contact.

You think I need your help finding a new job?

No.

It's a good deal, Dr. Ertan.

I don't need a deal.

Dr. Ertan...

Ah! How ya doing?

Ah. Parker's a pain in the ass.

How so?

I don't know.

She tried to bribe me with a job as neurosurgeon

at her old hospital in Munich. Brilliant.

Why didn't you take the bribe?

It's exactly what you want.

[Emina] Well...

I don't want to be a charity case.

[chuckles]

So you're standing in your own way. So smart.

- Now you're giving me advice? - Not advice. I'm not giving you advice.

I'm just, you know...

- ...being direct. - I see.

I'll be hanging later at Kotti.

Come for a beer?

Um...

Let me think about it.

Bruno, do you know where the narcotics key is?

- Yeah. I have it. - [sighs]

What a drag having to look for the key every single time.

[Ben] Hey, uh, Vincent?

Vincent? Do me a favor?

Hmm?

Uh... I need tilidine for an unofficial patient.

I'm supposed to break into Fort Knox for you, am I?

No, but you have a key, right?

- Yeah? - Excuse us.

Can't help you.

Look, he needs it, okay? He really does. Please.

- [nurse] Excuse me. Sorry. - Please.

[sighs] How much of it?

A pack, please.

Thanks a lot.

[patient] I told you already. No.

I don't want to...

What did you just put in your pocket?

[Raisner] It's for a patient.

[Zanna] A whole pack?

[Raisner clears throat]

Mr. Raisner.

Would you please show me what you have in your pockets?

[Raisner] What is it now?

I'm not gonna ask you again.

They're for a doctor.

[Zanna] Which one?

Ben asked if I could...

get them for him.

Mr. Weber, I need to talk to you, please.

He said that it was for a patient.

Dr. Weber, did you ask Mr. Raisner to get tilidine for you?

[stutters] No, I didn't.

What the fuck, Ben?

He's lying.

This is bullshit.

[pagers beep]

- [colleague] Resuscitation! - Elevator.

You're coming too. You're coming.

[monitor flatlines]

Where are we?

[colleague 1] First cycle. Two minutes maybe. No pulse whatsoever.

[colleague 2] 28, 29...

- [colleague 1] Short break to ventilate. - [Zanna] I can take over.

[colleague 1] She's flickering. We need AED.

[Zanna grunts]

[flatline continues]

- [colleague 1] Pads sticking. - 200 joule.

One milligram adrenaline.

- [Zanna] Twenty-five, 26, 27, 28, 29... - [Ben] Adrenaline is in.

[Bruno] Off the bed!

Shock given.

- [Bruno] Ultrasound. - No pulse.

[Zanna] Adrenaline, again, please.

Adrenaline is in.

[Ben] Still nothing.

Okay, shock again.

It's charging.

Twenty-five, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

[Bruno] Off the bed.

- [Zanna] Come on! - [Bruno] Shock given.

[flatlines continues]

[bed rattles]

[Zanna] Okay. There's been no progress in 30 minutes.

Asystole for 25 minutes.

No movement of the pupils. Bad blood-gas-analysis.

I think we should... stop.

[Ben pants]

Should we stop?

Yeah. I don't expect a return of circulation.

I agree with you.

Okay. Others?

[Ben pants]

- [colleague2] Yes. - You?

Dr. Weber?

[panting]

[monitor flatlines]

[grunts, pants]

She was only 24.

[flatline stops]

[Ben pants]

[Zanna] Mr. Raisner.

You're fired.

What?

You can't do that.

Course I can.

Stealing is enough grounds to fire you.

You were already on thin ice

given your resistance to the new triage system.

What the fuck?

This is ridiculous.

You and that wanker probably made this whole thing up...

because I'm the only one with the balls to speak up!

Get out before I call security.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

[thuds]

Asshole.

Get back to work, please.

All right, fuckers! I'm sure you heard the boss!

Get back to work!

We have a deal.

Thank you.

[sighs]

- [chuckles] - It's so crazy here!

What are you doing here?

Right, we're having lunch!

Dom!

Sorry. Um...

I hope you know

that you're in no way responsible for Kira Poulos' death, right?

We tried... [sighs]

...everything.

Sometimes it's just not enough.

Oh, you must be his fiancée?

- Yes. - [chuckles]

- Zanna Parker. - Laura Kipping. Hi.

- Pleasure. - Yes.

Um, Dom didn't have the easiest day today.

Sometimes it's hard down here.

Uh...

Thanks a lot, really, um,

for everything.

- We really need to go right now. - Yeah?

Oh, about your sister, I should've been more understanding.

- I'm sorry. - Don't worry. It's... no problem.

How could you have known?

- See ya. - Yes. Okay.

- It's nice to meet you. - [Zanna] You too.

What sister?

No idea. It's so weird here sometimes.

Let's go eat.

Hello?

[door closes]

[breathing heavily]

[sighs]

I'll be right there.

I'm looking...

How's Kira?

Huh? What?

The woman from this morning.

- With the turquoise hair? - Hold on.

Let me see.

It's crossed out. Why is that?

She didn't make it.

Okay, day's done.

Olaf?

You lied to me.

What are you talking about?

The woman from this morning.

You said that we could save her.

I said we might be able to help her.

In this job, sometimes that's all you can hope for.

- [Olaf] You coming? - Yeah.

She took that stuff all by herself.

There's places where you can test those drugs.

She's partly responsible.

Hey.

I'll walk. Thanks.

[line ringing]

Hello?

- [Ruben, echoing] Hello? - Ruben?

- Zanna? - Hi. Can you hear me?

Not very well, actually.

[sighs] And what about now? Now?

Yeah, that's better.

Hey. How's it on the front line?

[sighs]

Today was...

hard. [chuckles]

- Yeah? - Yeah.

So, for once, the commercial didn't lie?

- [laughs] - [chuckles] Exactly.

[Ruben exhales]

Uh... I, uh... I saw your... mom yesterday.

She dropped off the kids.

She's not talking to you either?

Nope.

But it's not as bad as Nia's silence, to be honest.

[Ruben chuckles]

Listen, I know it's hard on all of us,

but she's your sister, Zanna.

And no matter what she says or doesn't say,

- I know she misses you... - Yeah. I'm calling about something else.

- [siren wails in distance] - [music blares]

Is that for me?

Nope. Since I didn't even know you were coming.

[Emina] Well, there's a good pizza joint around the corner

and I was hungry, so here I am.

Okay, I get it. [chuckles]

I grew up around here.

You might say I didn't get very far but...

I guess I did somehow.

I think you should go to Munich.

I think so too.

[music pounds]

- Sorry... - Yeah?

- Do you have a lighter? - Uh. No, sorry.

- Sorry, uh... - Uh.

[chuckles] Sorry.

- Hey. - Hmm?

You look sad. Is your beer that bad?

No, it's just, uh, been a long day.

Okay. One of the...

The only solution to that is a long night.

[chuckles]

Okay.

You're a tourist?

What makes you think that?

I don't know. You don't seem very Berlin to me.

I don't seem very... But you seem like a native.

- [chuckling] Okay. - [chuckles]

- [speaks indistinctly] - Hi.

- You guys going somewhere? - Yeah. Wanna come?

[Emina] So, what's up?

I just can't handle Olaf.

It always takes him a little bit of time to warm up to the newbies...

- The guy has zero compassion. - ...but he's a good guy. Truly.

- Now do I get a beer or not? - Yeah.

- Oh. - [laughs]

[Olivia] Emina...

How many people have you seen die?

Oh, my God, sorry.

It's a weird thing to ask.

Uh...

I stopped counting.

But I also stopped counting the number of people I've saved.

Why'd you become a doctor then?

Can you... Can you open this? I'm...

- I'm not that cool. - Sure. I'll do it.

- I used to open bottles with my teeth. - With your teeth? Oh.

That explains it. I noticed that. Right?

[laughs]

- It looks like shit. - Gee, thanks.

- I should've been a dentist. - [laughs]

Want to go for a pizza?

Um, pizza?

Yeah. There's a real good pizza joint.

Someone told me about it. Around the corner.

- Oh, yeah? Who told you about it? - This doctor I know.

Pretty nice looking but she's got this thing...

...with her teeth.

[Emina laughs]

[dance music pounds in background]

[music continues]

Hey!

Are you selling?

Yeah! What do you want?

Uh, just a gram of mephedrone.

[dealer] Twenty.

Hey, wait. Do you sell this pink shit?

- How many do you want? - Here.

No! You don't understand. Two people died from it today.

You can't sell this crap!

Not my fault if they're stupid enough to pop it!

- Zanna. - Give me that!

What the fuck? Give me that back!

No, no, no.

Zanna! Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

[thud]

- [Zanna panting] - [sound distorts]

- [Ben] Are you okay? - [sighs]

What happened?

[Zanna chuckles]

Nothing.

I can help. Okay?

Just so you know, if you tell anyone, I'll kill you.

[Ben] Uh...

[chuckles] I won't. I promise.

So what happened?

Got in a fight with a drug dealer.

[chuckles] What?

Couldn't agree on the price, is that why?

She was selling that...

that pink shit, you know?

And then... I throw out her stash and she didn't like that very much.

So...

Oh, damn. [sniffs]

[Zanna sighs]

Just staple it, please.

Then have a seat, please.

- Shit. - Move up a bit.

- There you go. - [sniffs]

[blows air]

- [blows] - On three...

- You never go on... - One...

...three. [gasps]

Sorry, I'll count for real now.

One... Two...

and three...

and...

- [stapler clicks] - [gasps]

Subtitling: DUBBING BROTHERS