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♪ Where are you? Where are you? ♪

"Bikini Nurses".

(patient groaning)

"Bikini Nurses".

- Let's do it. (untamed music)

- Nurse!

Nurse. Anyone?

Nurse? (grunting) (dramatic music)

Nurse.

Stand up. (yelps)

Nurse. Help.

Anyone! (groans)

Anyone!

Where are you? Where are all of you?

(Bill grunting and whimpering)

(Bill panting)

Where are those bikini nurses?

(Bill grunting)

Where are you?

Pain!

(whimpers) Why won't you help me? (sobs)

Please.

I'm trapped, I'm trapped. I can't...

The walls, they're coming in on me.

"Have bikini nurses." Help!

- Well, I should be done at like seven ish maybe.

We could get dinner or...

Yeah. No, we should.

No, it's been so dead lately.

- [Bill] Nurse!

- Not again. - Nurse! (groans)

- It's this same tech dude.

Oh my gosh.

- [Bill] My stomach.

Oh, it hurts.

- Girls, (sighs) let's do this.

(subdued music)

- It's the same guy? - Again. Yep.

- We got this.

- Totally. - Girls.

- You know what? We got this.

- Let's do it.

- We're gonna save him.

- Let's go. - Yes, let's do it.

(all giggle) - We got this.

- [Bill] Nurses.

(Bill grunts)

- He keeps moving his legs. - What's going on?

- Oh my, my s- stomach. - Oh, my God.

- This is Bill Race. He always does this.

Look At him. He's faking it.

Look at him. - There's no way.

- He's not faking it.

- Hello? - Yes.

- We have to help him.

- No, he's faking it.

- William! - Okay. You can stop now.

- Hey, he's faking it. - William.

- Trust me.

- Dammit.

- [Gina] I told you. See?

- You are pathetic. - Totally.

- What are you even doing?

- You don't know w- - He just wants attention.

- Yeah.

- You don't know what it's like to be a millionaire.

To be rich like me.

- Oh, my God. - The pressure.

- He's gonna make me cry now. - Must be so hard.

- Why are you doing this?

You're taking away from our real patients.

- Yeah, that's the problem.

Right there. Right there.

You know, you guys spend too much time

with your real patients.

You don't handle someone like me at all.

You know what? In fact, I'm gonna buy this place.

- Oh, really?

- Really. I've got the money to back that up.

I'm gonna leave, I'm gonna buy this hospital

by, by tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna march out of here, I'm gonna go to the bank,

I'm gonna get a loan, I'm gonna get the money,

I'm gonna buy it flat out.

(Gina claps) - No, you're not.

- You need to leave. - So you need to get out.

- You need to get out.

Come on. - You need to leave.

- You know what?

I don't have to take a loan out.

I'm gonna get this place by dawn tomorrow morning.

You'll see. Just wait, you'll see.

Get outta my way. I'm outta here.

- Oh, you wish. - You're going that way.

- Get outta here. - Get outta here.

- Come on. Get outta here.

Get outta hell outta here.

Go! Go!

- What are we gonna do? - Geez.

- I think he's, he's just pulling another one,

a little, little stunt.

It's a prank. - Yeah.

Okay. Let's go back to work.

Yeah. I have a lot of things to attend to.

(Lana sighs)

- Still have to clean it every day.

These gloves are shit.

They're inside out.

I wish I had someone to take care of.

I wish I had someone to take care of. (sighs)

This is where my favorite patient lied.

You were the perfect patient

before you died.

What's a hospital with no one to take care of?

What's the point?

Maybe Bill is right.

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Maybe I'll just go back to the farm.

At least I have someone to take care of over there.

(Lana sighs)

If only I could dust off my real heart.

(Lana sighs)

(Lana speaking backwards)

(Lana sighs)

What is life?

Why do people die and go away?

I don't wanna leave this bikini clinic.

I love it here.

I'll do anything in my power to stop him from buying it.

Hmm.

(Lana chuckles)

Thinking.

I'm thinking.

What are the lungs?

What does it mean to breathe?

What is the breath of life?

What's the point of life?

I'm not going back to the farm.

(Lana sighs)

All I do day clean.

(Lana sobs)

I'm gonna help somebody.

I'm gonna cure somebody.

I'm a nurse.

I'm a nurse!

I'm a nurse.

I am not just any nurse. I'm a bikini nurse.

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(vocalist singing in foreign language)

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(Gina sighs)

Hey, buddy.

Just making my rounds.

(Gina sighs)

(Gina sighs)

What are we even doing here? (scoffs)

Look at me. I'm in a freaking bikini in a hospital.

(Gina sighs)

If I ran this place,

that would be the greatest clinic in Los Angeles.

Yeah.

Well, it's too late now, I guess.

But, you know, it's never late for a change, though.

(sighs) He cannot buy this place.

What am I gonna do?

Go back working at the Diner, cleaning tables. Hell no.

I won't let him do that.

We gotta come up with something.

I'm not gonna let him get away with this.

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Not this time.

Okay.

Okay, Gina. You are worrying too much.

You're not gonna go back to the Diner.

You're not gonna clean the tables

and deal with annoying customers.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Not anymore, no.

We gotta organize this place.

That'll make it great.

Yes. I'm gonna do this.

It's time to make a change.

This one goes here.

This one over here.

Looking pretty.

I have to clean this place up.

Is it okay, buddy?

This, we're gonna do this.

(Gina exhales sharply)

(sighs) So sad.

She shouldn't have died like that.

That was gruesome.

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- Where are all of the patients?

It's so empty.

What are we gonna do?

(Tina sighs)

Stupid millionaire piece of shit.

He thinks he can solve everything with his money.

Money, money, money.

But you know what he can't buy?

Love. What this place has.

- [Phone] Ring. Ring.

- Hi. Bikini Clinic.

Yes. This is she.

The bank?

No.

You're serious?

No way. By tomorrow?

Shit!

(gentle music) - Okay.

Okay.

- Shit, shit, shit.

What am I even doing?

Think, think, think.

Uh, fuck.

Uh, okay, okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Ugh, that asshole! (moody music)

Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Okay. (exhales strongly)

Need to call a meeting. Meeting, meeting, meeting.

Girls! Girls, we need to have a meeting.

Shit, I can't go back to the Valley.

No, no, no. Tim's there, Rod's there.

Oh my gosh. I'm so dead.

I am so freaking dead.

Girls, meeting. Now!

- We can't let this asshole get this place.

We can let him do that.

Girls. Come on.

We gotta come up with something.

- I, we're screwed.

- No, there's, we gotta do something.

- What about that guy? - Who?

- He always comes in here? The poet.

- What poet? - What's his name?

- Um, Are you talking about...

- John? - Gilchrist?

- John, Jonathan? - Yes!

- John, John?

- Guillotine. - Right.

- He's rich. - Okay.

- Rich guys are always sick.

I think he has like anemia or something.

- Hmm. - We could rob him.

- That's an idea.

- Anemia? More like anemia of the heart.

- We can rob him. We can take all his money and kill him.

- No, guys, we can help him.

These artists are always suffering. They're always in pain.

We can heal him.

- [Lana] Okay. But how?

- Mm... (moody music)

- You're right. Guys, I have an idea.

Okay. We call him,

we tell him from the last time he was here

that his lab results came in.

- [Lana] Mm-hmm.

- We tell him he's terminal right now.

- [Gina] Oh, I like that.

- But, but, but, but, but, but, we have the cure.

The only cure.

And we make him pay.

- [Tina] Yeah. I like that.

- Sounds good to me.

- We're gonna try to get him to buy this clinic?

- That's crazy.

I say we just kill him.

- No, girls.

We cannot let stupid Bill Asshole get his way.

We need to get to the artist.

And we're gonna make him pay.

We'll leave him no choice.

- Okay, so we gotta come up with a plan, okay.

- Transfusions. - Yeah.

- Well, well, well- (Tina guffaws)

well... - What are you doing here?

- My God. - Speak of the devil.

- (chuckles) This place is gonna be mine

by tomorrow morning.

- You wish. - Yeah.

- Oh yeah. I do wish.

Because my wish came true.

It is gonna be my place.

And all you, the three of you, are gonna be outta here.

No more bikini nurses.

- We'll see. - You're deluded.

- Oh, I'm deluded? - Yeah.

- Then I'll just wash my hands even more then.

- Get out! - Get the hell out of here.

- Get out! - Get out!

- Get your ass out. - Get the hell out of here.

- Stay any longer, you'll see what happens.

- Oh, I know what's gonna happen.

There's gonna be no more bikini nurses.

Toodaloo! (laughs)

- Get out.

- Ew. - What the...

- He's so disgusting. - What a creep.

(Bill cackles)

- Ew.

- He looks like a slug.

- He's disgusting.

But we're not gonna let him win, okay?

Let's call John.

- Okay. - And we're gonna get

this clinic back.

Hi, John. It's the Bikini Clinic here.

Your results came in. You need to come in ASAP.

Yeah. Um, yeah.

20 minutes?

John, I don't know how to break it to you,

but it's life or death.

(dramatic music) You need to get here now.

(Tina laughs)

- We got this, girls.

We're gonna save this Bikini Clinic.

And then it will be ours again.

- Okay. Yes. - High five!

- Yes! - Yes!

(all giggle)

- We got this. - We got this.

Oh, we got 20 minutes. We gotta prepare.

- Oh my God. Yes.

- Okay. Get the bed set up.

We get the room. We get the IVs.

- Yeah. We need, we need to get some fake, uh, test results.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Print out. Print out.

- Yes. Yes. - Okay.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. - Let's do it.

- Photoshop. - Okay. Let's go.

(Gina laughs)

(Bill chuckles)

- Oh, yeah.

This place is going to be mine.

It's gonna be all mine.

I'm gonna make it my own. I'm gonna make it my own.

No more bikini, no more bikinis.

I'm gonna make it mankini.

Yes. A mankini.

And I'll have all these women are gonna come here.

And then we'll have the strongest men.

And I'm gonna be part of that. I'm gonna be one of them.

This clinic will be gone.

No more Bikini Clinic, Mankini Clinic.

Yes.

Yeah.

We'll get the strongest guys from Redondo Beach.

This will be the Redondo Beach Mankini Clinic.

Yes. That's it.

Yes. Ha-ha!

- We need to enchant him.

We need to inspire him.

We need to show him

that this is the best bikini clinic ever.

And we are not backing down.

You know what? I think we need to prepare.

I think we all need to prepare.

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We're doing a performance.

- Come on.

Let's use my nurse magic.

(Gina chuckles)

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(all choking)

(Lana coughs)

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(all wailing)

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(Lana gasps)

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- I really hope this works.

We haven't used this kind of power in so long.

It has to work. It has to work.

- If it doesn't work, I can't go back to the Valley.

I can't see those guys, go back to the Diner.

It has to work.

- Wait, you worked at the Diner. I worked there too.

I can't go back there anymore.

But, you know what, girls?

We're gonna do this and it's gonna work.

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(wind moaning softly)

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(wind continues moaning softly)

(wind continues moaning softly)

Okay. Ready, girls? - Yes. He's here.

- Yeah, okay. Get into the place.

- Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

- Maybe, I don't know, you go this way.

- Yes.

(wind continues moaning softly)

(door clatters)

- John, thank goodness you're here.

- Here in this space.

Again, with these test results, it's always some test.

- But we can help you.

- You say you can help me.

I was here two months ago and I was with her.

And you know who I'm talking about.

And you know what she meant to me.

"Two to three weeks, three to four weeks,

four to five weeks, six to five weeks."

And now it's, "Test results, test results, test results!"

When does it end with you bikini nurses?

Break it to me. What do I have?

- The nurses are gonna take care of you, okay?

But it's, it's really bad.

- Oh my God. I have days to live, hours.

Everything's falling apart. - We can help you.

We can help you. - Moments,

minutes, days?

You can help me.

- Yes. Yes.

Without our help, you would be gone in days.

(John chokes)

- [Gina] But we can save you.

- Right. - Mr. Guillotine. Welcome.

(John laughs)

Welcome to Bikini Clinic.

- The bikini nurses saving my life.

This is what It's all come to.

All of my poems, all of my paintings.

Even this one, the one I donated, it,

I can see her in it, I can see her face.

There's her eyes, there's her mouth,

there's her smiling expression.

And yet, here it hangs in this place of death.

I have days to live.

What am I gonna do?

What is a day? What is a day?

I can feel it already, the pain. I can feel it.

- Okay, let's uh... - I can feel it.

It's like I got shot. - Let's get you back there.

Okay? - Pow!

- Um, okay. We'll get everything.

- We'll take care of you.

- We're gonna take care of you.

- We have the cure. - Mr. Guillotine!

- You have the cure. You have the cure.

- Take a seat- (John yelps)

- What happened? - It's the wheelchair.

- We're here to help. - It's her wheelchair.

- Who? Whose, whose chair?

Shh, shh, shh. - How dare you?

How dare you ask who?

How dare you ask who?

- Mr. Guillotine.

- Can you get another one? - God dammit.

- This is a different wheelchair, Mr. Guillotine.

We burned that one. - Yeah.

- It was, there was too many memories it had.

Please take a seat. - This one's brand new.

- You don't, you don't wanna raise your voice.

- You burned it!? (sobs)

You burned the wheelchair? - It's okay.

- Mr. Guillotine, please. - Here, take a seat.

We're gonna, we can help you. - You're gonna die soon

if you get too worked up. - We're gonna help you.

- Oh my God. I can feel you calling already.

- We're here to help. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- Take a seat. Take a seat. - No, no, no, no.

Oh! Oh!

- We're gonna take good care of you. Okay?

You're not gonna die. - Yep. Okay.

- This reminds me of that poem-

- [Tina] Get him up on the table.

- There was- - We're putting him in the-

Oh. Yeah. - Where am I going?

- This way. - Where am I going?

- This way, that way. - No, I don't wanna go.

I'm not, I'm not ready to die, I'm not ready to die.

I don't wanna die.

No! No injection for me.

- Yeah. We'll take care of you.

- This bed is... Oh, oh!

- Oh, my God. No. - No!

- Please, please.

- I can feel it. Oh God.

I can feel it.

Don't me put me in that room. - Oh, sir. Sir.

- That's what she was.

She was in there 'cause she hurt her eye.

No! No. - Sir.

- Ow! My crotch. - Oh, my God.

- Ouch.

- Don't hurt your leg. Put your knee down.

Okay. - Ah!

Is this common practice? - It is.

- For a dying man?

Huh? Is it?

- We gotta put him in. - Get him in.

- No! Oh, not this room.

Wait, wait.

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This is, maybe this is all meant to be.

Maybe this is all just meant to be.

Yes. This makes sense now.

This place, this clinic, the Bikini Clinic.

The bikini nurses, bikini nurses, Bikini Clinic.

The body of the nurses,

the body and the blood, the bread and the wine,

the poetry, the words, the river, the water,

all of it flowing.

The love, the stream, the love, the stream. Love streams.

Okay. I get it.

I get it now. Death is not the end.

I will be okay.

When I was shot, it was just a wound.

But I feel fine.

That's the strangest part of all this.

I feel absolutely fine.

I need a drink.

- Oh, don't drink that. - That's a bedpan.

- Take a, take a s, oh.

(John gasps)

- It is a bedpan.

- Sir, uh, we need to get you hooked up

and start taking your vitals. - Can you get in the bed?

ASAP.

- Please, can you lay down?

- I thought she would be back.

- Do you want me to get your jacket?

Sir? - All that's left now is

just a wheelchair.

It's just a wheelchair.

- That's not the same wheelchair.

- No it's not because you burned her wheelchair.

You burned it. - No, we didn't.

- And your morgue, your place of death.

Where all the dead bodies go.

This is supposed to be a place of healing.

Healing, healing, healing. - Yes, we're gonna help you.

By healing you. - Yes, please

- That's what we wanna do. - Please take a rest.

We're here to heal you.

- We're gonna save you.

- [John] What's wrong with me?

- Let's just- - Do you know what's wrong?

Poor old man like me. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.

I'm old, broken, I'm disgusting.

- We'll help you.

- Look at these three angels calling me to the great beyond.

But I'm not ready to go.

It's not my time. - No.

- [Tina] We're trying to help save you.

- Yes.

Please, just trust us. Just...

- Yes. Trust.

I do trust you. I do.

I don't want to get into the bed

because I'm not ready to lie down yet.

I'm not ready to go to sleep. Not ready to die.

There's so much I want to do. So much I want to paint.

Like this painting.

This was the time, her and I,

we climbed that mountain.

It was this great, beautiful mountain.

It was the most beautiful mountain.

And her...

Where are you taking a wheelchair now?

- Yes. Yes.

Should we just tell him?

Hey, John, John.

- If I'm gonna die. - John.

- If I'm gonna die-

- John, we're gonna tell you something.

- We have something, (John sobs)

we have something to tell you.

- John. - John, take a seat.

- Take the jacket off, you'll see.

- You might wanna take the seat.

- John, please.

- You're not actually dying.

- You're, you're fine.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What?

- You're fine.

- I'm fine. I'm fine. - You don't under...

- You're healthy.

- Yeah. - Yes.

- Yeah. I'm healthy. - Yes.

- But I'm not healthy. I suffer.

I suffer from morning till night.

- Mr. Guillotine, we need your help.

- All these damn things I have to do,

all these damn poems I have to write, my paintings.

- He really is a tortured poet.

- And I was just in Paris and I was just there.

Do you even know what love is? Do you know what love is?

Bikini nurses. Nurses of the bikini.

Do you know what it's like to sit in a room alone

in a valley of death?

Do you know the Valley?

You do. You do.

I dunno if you do yet, but you might.

You might know that valley.

I know that valley. Fie on it all.

- Mr. Guillotine. - What?

- You gotta relax.

- Can we ask you something? - Yes.

- You know, maybe it would brighten your valley.

We need your help. Bikini Clinic is in trouble.

- We're in true danger right now. Because of Bill.

- Bill? - Bill the millionaire.

- (scoffs) Bill, baby-face millionaire?

Race. - Yes.

- Baby-Face Race? - Mm-hmm.

- Baby-Face Race. - Mm-hmm. Yeah, mm-hmm.

- That asshole.

- He bought the clinic earlier today

and he's firing all of us.

- Yes unfortunately. - we need to get it back

but we don't have enough money.

- Yeah, that's why, maybe,

is there a chance maybe you could help us.

- [Tina] So you're not actually dying really.

- Let me get this straight.

This clinic is going to come under the ownership

of Bill Baby-Face Race?

- [Girls] Yes. - Dr. Bill the Millionaire?

- Yes. - Yes.

- And I'm not dying?

- You're not dying.

- No, no, no. - You're not.

- You're perfectly healthy. - Yeah.

- You're the healthiest we've ever seen.

Yes. (Gina chuckles)

- Yes, I am. I'm strong, I'm really strong.

- You're strong.

- Wait, (stammers) this can't happen.

Where am I gonna go when I get sick?

Where am I gonna go when I actually have to die?

We all have to go somewhere when we die.

- Well, if, if you help out our clinic, we could still help.

- Yes. - Yeah.

- You know, you can come by anytime.

- Mm-hmm. We just need a little funding.

- Like just a couple million dollars.

- Yes, just please don't let him

take over - A couple?

Please don't let him take over?

- Yes. - Sounds like he already has!

- Well, we need it to get back then.

- I knew the three of you when you first moved in here.

This place used to be a,

it used to be an old, uh, you know, morgue.

Nothing more than that.

And when I got sick with her and she had to come in here,

well, you know, that was the last time I saw her

when you wheeled her away in that wheelchair.

But then you told me what happened to her

and the condition she had.

And I trust you.

I know you couldn't have saved her.

Nobody could. (sighs)

- We tried her best. - Yes.

- I know. I know.

- We're sorry. - It's okay.

It happens.

Sometimes people leave and they have to go away

and they go away for a long, long time.

Oh, but Bill Baby-Face Race.

The asshole Race.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- You know what?

Hmm. This is an interesting proposition.

But I don't know if I'm the man to help you.

- What do you mean?

- What? - I don't know

if I can help you.

- Well, w- why? What, what's the problem?

- You're the only one who can help us.

- No. Who can help another person really.

Who can really help another person?

You think just because you're in bikinis.

I need to... (sighs)

Just 'cause you're in bikinis.

"Oh, it's part of our healing process."

- It is.

- Yeah.

- Yeah. That's the point of the Bikini Clinic.

- How do you, how do you heal a heart

that's been completely severed open with a blade,

with a needle, with a cleaver.

- But we can help you if you help us.

- I come here, I'm told that I'm dying.

I'm told that I'm nothing more than a dying man.

An old dying dog.

And you stand here and you look at me in the eyes.

- You're healthy. - Hmm?

All of you.

I'm not healthy. I'm the sickest guy in this town.

I'm the sickest guy in this town.

My art, my poetry, my movies,

all of it means nothing.

If you don't have love,

you don't have anything.

She was here in this very bed. This bed.

And now it's empty.

- You could make a change, Mr. Guillotine,

if you save Bikini Clinic.

- Yeah.

- We can make it called Guillotine's Bikini Clinic.

- Or we can bring her back.

- Yeah.

- [John] Bring her back?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah. - Dig her up. Do some spells.

- Yeah. - It's possible.

- Guillotine Clinic? - Yeah.

- Silence!

Nobody's able to bring anybody back from the dead.

Not even you.

I'm sad now.

- We can try.

- Let me think about it, I'm...

- Please. - I wish I could help you.

- You can.

- I look into your eyes, all of you,

and I just see pure artistry, beauty.

But who am I? This old coat.

- We could get you a bikini too.

- You could maybe.

Who wants to see me in a bikini?

Where's my hat? - Someone.

- [Gina] It's never too late to start over.

- Where's my hat? I'm sad.

- Your hat? - Someone took it off.

Which one of you took it off? - Shh.

- Mr. Guillotine, you could save me

from going back to the farm.

You could save- - I'd have to go

to the Valley. - We don't wanna go back.

- I can't go back. - I don't wanna go back

to the Diner again and deal

with those stupid people. - The Diner?

- The creeps.

Don't you wanna save her from the creeps at the Diner

and the line cooks. - Please come back.

- And the dishwashers?

- We can help you too.

- Well, I think it's over, girls.

- The heart is a curious organ.

I cannot help you.

How dare you lead me here.

You show me this thing?

You don't know what my heart has been through.

(dramatic music)

- Please help us. - Please. Come on.

- This is our last chance.

- Please. - Please save our clinic.

- That's all we need. - The heart.

- That's all that matters to us.

- I can feel it growing weaker by the moment.

- [Gina] We just wanna do Bikini Clinic.

- No. Everybody- - Without the Bikini Clinic

we're nothing. - at some point

in their lives, their heart just stops beating.

- Mr. Guillotine, please. - Please.

- Everybody has a moment- - Please!

- where they have to confront life,

they have to confront death, (dark music)

they have to confront all of this.

I feel you don't even mean it.

Do you mean it?

Do you really want me to lean myself in here

to give you so much money,

to give you so... (gasps)

- John, are you okay? - My heart.

- Go get the wheelchair.

- Oh, yes. - No. He hates it.

What?

What? - John?

- Oh my God, John? - Wait.

(John gasps) - Oh, no.

- Oh, my God. - Get him him in here.

Get him in here.

- No he hates this thing. - Pick him up.

- So? We can't carry him. - Oh, shit.

- We gotta- (John gasps)

- Ow. My heart.

- What is this? - Inject him with that.

- It's experimental, but- - Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- it'll cure anything. - No! No!

Ah, ouch, ouch. (spiritual music)

- John?

- Are you with us? (all chuckle)

- We saved him. - No way.

- We saved you. - Yes!

- How are you feeling?

- We saved you.

- See? We saved you. - What happened?

- I told you we can help you.

- We used this experimental therapy that cures anything.

- Yeah. - And we saved you.

We followed this, like, spell and made it.

- How are you feeling? Oh, your hat.

Looking as new as ever.

- I'm still alive.

- Yes. - You, you saved me.

- We did.

- You saved me. You really did.

- Yes. - Did I...?

You know, I, the last thing I remember

is I was walking down this hallway

and I saw these beautiful lights you had at the clinic.

And I, I felt them growing kind of brighter and brighter.

I felt like I was like almost like in a movie.

- Yeah. I know, it's beautiful.

- It was amazing. - Yeah.

We were really scared. - Yeah.

- And then everything went black and there was a tunnel

and there was like a light at the end of the tunnel.

And, and I think I saw her at the, at that tunnel.

And she was there and I was just about to meet her.

And I was so happy.

And then, I mean, suddenly I, I woke up

and I was here and I was still alive.

'cause you know, she said to me,

she said, "It's not your time yet, John.

It's not your time."

And it wasn't my time.

This is my time. This is my time.

This is your time too.

I think it has to be our time.

- So what do you think?

- What do I think? - Are you gonna help us?

- I have a great idea. (upbeat music)

You know what we need to do?

We need to get Bill Baby-Face Race here.

And we need to kick his ass.

- Yes. - Yes.

- Yeah. - Let's do this.

- We need to kick his ass.

- Oh, I've waited my whole life for this.

- And you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna buy this clinic.

- Mm! - What?

- I'm gonna buy this clinic. How much does it cost?

- Seven million. - Seven million?

Seven million, eight million, nine million.

I'll sell my paintings. I'll sell my organs.

I'll sell my poetry.

I'll sell my life to buy this clinic.

Seven million's nothing for me. I have, it's not a problem.

I'm just joking.

But we'll get it. This is mine.

Ladies, let's get Dr. Race here.

Let's take care of him once and for all.

- Yay! - Yes! Yes.

You know, ladies, this clinic means everything to me.

All of you have helped me so much

and you're gonna help a lot of people.

Lana, I know you have had a hard time saving people

but that's gonna change.

Under new management, this clinic,

you're gonna be head nurse. Okay?

- Yay. (girls clap)

- Tina, no more secretarial duties for you.

I'm promoting you.

I am promoting you to chief surgeon.

- (gasps) Surgeon? - Yes.

Gina, you're gonna be doing the hardest

but most meaningful work.

We need you to run the incinerator.

Yes. I know you like that.

- Yes. - We need, we need-

- It means a lot. - We need somebody

who can handle the job.

That's gonna be you. - Okay. Thank you.

- Now, Dr. Race has been a pain in my side for a long time.

And I'm sorry to say,

but under new management,

I believe we have to do something about him.

Um, I believe,

I believe he can be our first patient

that we, mm, how should I say it?

Take care of.

Are we ready to take care of him?

- Yep. - Okay.

- Mm-hmm.

- Can you call him please?

- Yes. - Let's do this.

- Call him. - That phone.

(serious music)

- Hi.

Um, why don't you come down to the clinic?

He's coming.

(Gina and Lana giggle)

- Action time.

- Where is that son of a bitch?

- Well, well, well.

Huh? Okay.

Got interesting friends.

- Baby-Face Race.

- You know me? - Yeah. Do I know you?

- It's okay because in a few minutes

you're all going to be taken down.

What?

- I like to shake the hand

of the man that I'm going to murder.

- (laughs) Are you kidding me?

I like to shake the hand of the man that I'm gonna buy out.

- Ladies? (energetic music)

Go! Go!

♪ I've been thinkin', ♪

♪ I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin' I've been thinkin' ♪

♪ I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin' ♪

♪ Thinkin' 'bout you ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

♪ Oh, oh, oh, (sings in Korean) now here with me ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, (sings in Korean) please don't leave ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

♪ Only you, you, you, you, you ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

♪ I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin' 'bout you ♪

♪ I've been thinkin' bout you, boy ♪

- Good work, ladies.

♪ All I think about is you, boy ♪

♪ All I think about is you, boy ♪

♪ Say yeah ♪ ♪ All I think about is you boy ♪

♪ All I think about is you, boy ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

(energetic music continues)

♪ My confidence is shootin' to the roof ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

♪ Oh, oh, oh, (sings in Korean) now here with me ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, (sings in Korean) please don't leave ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

♪ Only you, you, you, you, you ♪

(vocalist singing in Korean)

♪ I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin' 'bout you ♪

♪ I've been thinkin' 'bout you, boy ♪

(airy music) ♪ Thinkin' ♪

(lofty music)