The corridors of a Berlin hospital are full of patients in various states of injury. Chaos reigns, with others pouring in after a fire at a local nightclub. Head doctor Zanna Parker calls her hands-off boss, Steffen Beck, to help her understaffed team get a grip on the situation. “What the hell is going on here?” he asks, annoyed at having had to interrupt his yoga exercises, as he runs down the stairs into the accident and emergency department.
Samuel Jefferson watches from the sidelines as the final scenes of his hospital TV show, Krank, are shot, as make-up artists scurry round, stretching fake silicone burns and blisters on to the limbs of the clubgoers, and a misty haze, to keep colours muted and the atmosphere edgy, is sprayed in the air.
