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The doctor is in.
And it's time for your physical.
What's the prognosis, Doctor? Increase in body temperature rapid heart rate.
We're gonna have to start aggressive treatment, stat.
I see you checking across the room You're looking at me And, girl, you've got my mind consumed On what I wanna do And when I get closer to you So, girl, now what you gonna do? So, baby [singing in Spanish] So, mamacita, won't you come over and rap with me Shorty, come on over Shake your ***, grind on me Come on, Magdalena Come and get a taste of me Do the cha-cha-cha I feel the bump-bump inside the chest Is me make your heart go bump when you look at me So come and work your *** lips like a salsa queen Shake your butt from breakin' Oh, yeah.
Ain't no surprise the way you're shaking Oh, oh, oh And fellas jealous 'cause now you're taken Oh, no, no, no So come a little closer, baby Yeah So I can't take it Don't you know you're makin' What are you listening for? I'm checking to see if you love me.
Oh.
And? Yes.
Big-time.
Oh-ho-ho.
Happy anniversary.
It's after midnight.
We've been together a year now.
It seems longer.
Mmm.
So, have you talked to Amy about getting my hours changed? Not yet.
[sighs] I don't want to work the graveyard shift anymore.
I know, Violet.
I want you off the zombie shift, too, believe me.
I just can't talk to her about it.
You know how she is.
Amy's not so bad.
I'll get on her tomorrow.
I promise.
Yes.
I hate leaving right when you get home.
Oh.
I want to work the day shift with you so that we can see each other more.
You mean hitting the Astro Turf on Sundays for co-ed softball doesn't cut it? Just relax, okay? Amy will listen to me.
She has to.
I'm Cuesta Verde Hospital's top surgeon, and they know it.
So do you.
I can't.
I can't.
I see.
I'm gonna be late.
Mm-hmm.
So? Sorry to kill the moment, but dirty bedpans await.
*** happens.
All superheroes have a story of origin, from an awkward teenager that's bitten by a radioactive spider, a daring test pilot that's bestowed a very powerful ring, an alien from the planet Krypton that crash-lands on Earth.
A femme fatale, you see, well, she's cut from similar cloth.
Some women are born to be empowered and dangerous, and they embrace it according to their nature.
Well, the essence of a femme fatale may be lying dormant, just waiting for fate to set her free.
I've got my eye on you I've got my eye on you And I'm hooked, dear, too Your fooling around's Getting blood on my shoes, oh Whoa-oa, oh, oh Whoa-oa I've set my sights on you I've set my sights on you I've got an alibi, too So don't look around I've got nothing to lose Whoa-oa, oh, oh Whoa-oa, oh, oh Whoa-oa Whoa-oa, oh, oh Whoa-oa [gunshot] [siren wailing, distant] Mr.
Harris, you're not supposed to be up.
Come on.
Let's get you back to bed.
[Woman on P.
A.
system] Code Blue.
Violet MacReady, please report to the ER immediately.
Hold still.
Aah! ***! Leave me the *** alone! [groans] Sir, please sit still.
Nice.
You I'll listen to.
Nurse Porky is a pain in my ***.
Nurse, take this.
Nurse! My piece! Give me my-- Just worry about letting the doctor clean and dress your wound.
How did this happen? I cut myself shaving.
Ai, muñeca.
Man, you from Planet Fine, huh? You want me to turn my head and cough? [chuckles] Well, what, you never felt the touch of a real man before? Hmm? [Man] Yo, that's him! This ***! I'm gonna kill you ***, man! [Men shouting] - Get the *** off me! - Stay down! Yo, man! Yo, what's up? What's up? You're *** dead, man! [yelling] Yo, let me the hell up! Sir! I'm gonna-- He killed Rico! Stay down, sir.
*** killed Rico, man! Sir, please! I'm gonna kill your *** ***! Give me back my *** gat! Sir, please! We are just-- *** you! Ah, ***! We are just trying to help you.
You're dead, ***! Calm down.
Aw, ***! Hey, want to help me? [grunts] Tell me, what do you have down there? Huh? Hair pie? Or is it shaved and clean for landing? [grunts] Come here, come here.
No, I just want to tell you something.
Let me tell you what I'm gonna do to you.
[whispering] Hey, let go of her! [grunts] Aw, spoilsport.
[chuckling] Are you all right? Yeah.
I'm fine.
Just another jerk in the ER.
What is wrong with people? They're human.
Oh, this one's for you.
It's from the boss.
This doesn't make any sense.
My transfer to the day shift was denied.
I'm so sorry.
But I didn't talk to Amy about the transfer, and Greg's not gonna see her till tomorrow.
[Woman chuckles] Amy? Hello? [gasps] Oh.
Get out! I'm so sorry, Amy.
I didn't realize-- You don't just walk in here.
Amy, I just didn't-- Greg? Oh, my God.
You say one word to my husband, and you'll never work in this hospital or any other hospital for as long as you live.
Do I make myself clear? Get out! [sighs] [sighs] Okay.
I was just talking to Amy about your transfer, and-- and I don't know-- It just happened.
I can't explain it.
How stupid do you think I am? Okay.
I'll admit it.
We've been seeing each other.
But it's nothing.
It's just sex.
[scoffs] It's not like what you and I have.
Greg, please just go away.
Honey, don't you realize something like this can actually make a couple stronger? [gunshots] [Nurses screaming] [gunshots continue] Don't go in there! [Nurse sobbing] You're gonna die, ***! [screaming] Lydia needs our help.
We can't go in there.
You have to.
The hell I do.
Let those guys kill each other.
I don't care.
[sobbing] [grunts] Violet, don't! [sobbing continues] Shut the *** up, ***! Help us.
She's badly hurt.
Greg! [groaning] Yo, this is for Rico.
[groans] And this is for cutting me, ***.
See you in hell.
[Lydia wailing] Your friend-- he may be a pussita, but at least he's a smart pussita.
[gasps] Don't worry, pretty little nursey.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I like you.
[***] [gasps] But you, chunky-- you're not gonna be so lucky.
Please don't shoot her.
Okay.
[sirens wailing, distant] [grunts] See, I'm a nice guy.
I didn't shoot her.
[crying] But I'm going to shoot you if you don't listen to me really good.
Look at me.
You're gonna show me a way outta here.
[thudding, distant] You're gonna show me a way outta here, right? [tires screeching, distant] Are you deaf? Answer me! A way out, right? Okay.
Which way? Which way? Okay.
[gasp] Oh, ***.
Your wound is getting worse.
No ***.
Let's keep moving, ***.
[sniffs] Wait a minute.
[sniffs] Oh, that stench.
How can you people work in a hellhole like this? It smells of death.
I hate this *** place.
Let's go.
Yo! [***] Homey! Mr.
Harris, go back to your room now.
Don't hurt him.
He's harmless.
[door opens] Let's go.
Come on.
[door closes] [police radio chatter] Move fast, ***.
What you doing? You try that *** again, and I'm gonna put a hole to match the one between your legs in your *** head.
[Man on radio] Possible suspect in the south wing.
[radio chatter continues] Let's go.
[crying] Aah! It's a nice place to take a date, huh? Which way out? Which way? [screams] Go that way.
Aah! This the way out? You said you wanted someplace where the cops won't find you.
The sooner I'm outta here, the better.
I hate *** hospitals.
Reminds me of my abuela.
When I was a little niño, mi madre and I used to visit her.
She was sick real bad, you know? With all sorts of tubes and *** sticking out of her.
Every time I saw her, she got worse and worse, wasting away, until finally she was just gone.
That's no way to go.
When I check out, I'm gonna go out something fierce.
Top of the world, mama.
You know? [chuckling] [grunting] What? We're making a little detour.
I thought you said you wanted to get out of here.
I do, but I'm not leaving without scoring some sweet high-grade hospital candy.
This stuff is like gold on the streets, man.
Painkillers, Vicodin, all that ***.
Where? Oxy.
Show me.
This? [pills rattling] [chuckling] [glass shatters] What was that? I don't know.
Who's there? I heard you.
You've got five seconds to come out, or I'm gonna find you, and I'm gonna put some serious *** lead into you.
Five-- Don't shoot.
Please.
I give up.
[laughs] It's the hero.
I'm no hero, friend.
I'm just trying to stay out of your way.
You probably have legitimate grievances with those guys, and I feel you, man.
[chuckles] You're not buying this ***? The second he gets a chance, he's gonna go tell the cops where you are.
These doctors think they all walk on *** water.
I don't want any trouble.
My mot-- do no harm.
I swore an oath.
Do no harm? [chuckling] You make me sick.
The only person that you have ever helped is yourself! The doctors-- they told you that they could save your grandmother, right? Said that they could fix her right up.
They just made her worse, and then she died.
Don't-- Don't listen to her.
She's scared out of her mind.
Loco.
Just listen to me, sir.
Sir? Take whatever you need and go.
You see anything you want, just take it.
Right.
Well, I see something I want.
You got a problem with that, McLamey? No.
Trust me, I'm not gonna stop you.
***-A right you won't.
[grunts] [whimpering] Want some more, huh? No, no! Stop, please! Man, you got no cojones, man, huh? Huh? You're pathetic! No cojones! Aah! [grunts] What What-- What'd you put into me? [echoing] Ten CCs of propofol.
Am I gonna die? [echoing continues] Not yet.
You *** ***.
[groans] What, you think you can *** shoot me? Do it! You're shaking like a little ***, Nursey.
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Shoot me! Drop the gun.
Mm, I knew you didn't have it, ***.
See? Now you're never gonna get to me.
[handcuffs rattling] But me-- I'll be out, what, in a few years? And I'll come pay you a visit.
You see, me-- I always get what I want.
[handcuffs clicking] And this *** feels good.
[chuckling] See you later.
I'll see you later, too.
[moaning] [moaning] Ohh! That's it, mama.
Ooh, mami, that's it.
That's a good girl.
That's good.
Right there, baby.
Whoo! Yeah.
That's it.
Yeah, Whoa, baby.
Oh, baby.
That's it.
Give it to papi.
Come on.
Give it to papi.
Let's go.
Give it to papi.
Come on, baby.
That's it, mami.
Like that.
Like that.
Like that, mami.
That's it, mami, right there.
Ooh.
Like that.
Oh, yeah, mami.
That's it.
Oh, baby.
Oh, baby.
That's it, baby.
Ohh! Wake up, ***.
[gasp] I said wake up.
[gasp] [breathing heavily] Nursey, how did you get in here? I asked.
I want a transfer to the prison hospital.
Do I make myself clear? Yes! You said I'd never get to you.
Guess you were wrong.
You *** with the wrong nurse, hombre.
[grunting] Don't bother trying to move.
There's nothing you can do.
What d-did youdo to me? I added a little surprise cocktail to your IV.
Relax.
It won't kill you.
It just causes temporary paralysis.
You'll be able to feel everything I do to you.
Unfortunately, you won't be able to move or call for help.
Remember when you told me that you wanted to go out something fierce? Well, guess what.
You're gonna get your wish.
[muffled yelling] [flesh tearing] [yelling continues] Greg.
[gasping] You scared the hell out of me, Violet.
What are you doing here? I didn't expect to see you again.
But I guess you still have a key, right? Maybe we can talk about what happened.
Oh.
Oh-ho-ho.
Aah! What'd you do to me, Violet? Hey.
I can't move.
I can't move.
Don't you think you're taking this whole role-playing thing a little too far? [beeping] No! Please.
[electricity arcing] Please don't do this to me, Violet.
Violet, please don't do it.
Please don't.
*** happens.
[Nurse] It looks like Greg is in for an electrifying experience.
And as for our sweet Nurse Violet, she's blossomed into quite a woman-- a newly-minted femme fatale in control of her own destiny and administering her own dose of bad medicine.
[whirring] I-- I love you, honey.
No.
Please.
Clear! Please don't-- [screaming] Hey I got the frequency to turn you on I got the frequency to turn you on Superconductor, keep it going I got the frequency to turn you on Hey, there, tin smiles I've been loadin' down your files Movin' up your dials And I think I know what's going on I am programmed Clickety-click at your command Shift for a man with the heart of an automaton Automaton Hey Hey I got the frequency to turn you on I got the frequency to turn you on Hey
