dussander is alone in the room as richler addresses the reporters outside. his eyes open wide and his movements are the liveliest they have been since he was discovered. he reaches over to his iv unit and begins to disconnect the tube from the bag.
liquid spills onto the floor as the tube comes loose from the bag. dussander sits back and pulls the free end of the tube up to his mouth. his lips wrap around it and his face tightens as he begins to blow.
dussander takes the tube from his mouth and lets it fall to the floor. the camera moves along the tube and stops at dussander's arm, where it ends. he lies back in his bed and waits.
dussander lurches up in the bed in a spastic, contortive fit as the air embolism reaches his heart. his arm flails against the iv unit, sending it crashing to the floor. the monitors next to him reflect a drastic turn in his condition. the door flies open and a pair of nurses charae in through the swarm of journalists. richler and weiskopf run in and the eager cameramen follow. the room is bathed in flash explosions as the nurses try to subdue dussander.
from above we see dussander's eyes, wide open, motionless. yet the expression on his face is one of odd satisfaction. a doctor pounds on his chest, barks orders. the trauma team prepares the defibrillator, but we know they are too late.