Botoks Page #4

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I'll do liposuction on

your thighs to shape them.

Liposuction on your belly, too.

You'll need breast implants.

I'll use anatomic silicone ones.

I'll give you Hyaluronidase

for your lips.

I'll inject acid on the right side.

Fix your forehead with Botoks.

Have you really never had an orgasm?

Maybe I could give you a PRP-shot

in the area of your clitoris.

In the front part of the vagina.

Increased blood flow could give

you an orgasm. Know what I mean?

I can give you a turbo p*ssy.

Want one?

Why'd you bring me here?

We're celebrating your promotion.

All OTC meds are bullshit.

Yeah.

- Because?

- Because they don't work.

We want to bring a new fake

med to market.

Problems getting pregnant?

Use Viramen before having sex.

Viramen for her, Viramen for him.

Makes getting pregnant

68% more effective.

When do we launch it?

When you find a doctor who will

lie about the 68% improvement.

How am I to do that?

Normally.

Know what the difference is

between the pharma and the Mafia?

The Mafia has a smaller budget.

A pharmaceutical company can't

corrupt doctors, but you can.

Best if he's an authority

in the world of medicine.

Like the guy at that table.

Senior Registrar at the

hospital in Mokotow.

He's going to the toilet.

Go after him.

How? I can't do it.

I'll fire you.

The f*** you will.

You mixed up the toilets.

Ah... Excuse me.

I thought I was a whiz

at geometry.

Man, I am so mixed-up.

It's because of the tough case

I have at work.

Yes? Where do you work?

GLASBE.

Are you also in the business?

Senior Registrar of the maternity

ward in Mokotow hospital.

Well I'll be.

Daniela.

We won't make a biblical pair.

Adam.

There are no accidents in life.

It must mean something that we met.

Maybe I could...

Invite you for coffee by way

of apology, huh?

After you use the bathroom,

of course.

Let God's will be done.

We must never question it.

F*** me. Look at that eye.

I want you to come with me.

What the f*** is this?

The f***ing miracle of life.

The mystery of birth.

This is just slow killing.

The baby lies in a pan dying

for up to 20 hours.

- How do you know when it dies?

- F***, I don't know!

I don't know!

I don't come in here and watch.

F***, you're a bit right.

We can't let this be.

Madzia, come with me please.

Starting today they won't

lie in a pan.

I've decided we'll put foetuses

in a bassinet and wrap them

in a terrycloth diaper.

That'll be a dignified farewell.

Stasia, what the f***

is that fern for?

To make it pleasant.

F*** it's hard working

in this hospital.

You do so much for others.

Do something for yourself.

Get some rest.

I'm running a symposium in Africa

for top doctors. Just say the word.

Think I should go with him?

Why would I do that?

Welcome to the conference.

In these huts made of dried sh*t?

- Where are the other doctors?

- There aren't any.

Today's subject is the modern world

versus natural medicine.

You just took part in a

symposium with shamans in Kenya.

I couldn't take you on a vacation,

so I made it a business trip.

Sign here.

Why'd you bring me here?

To seduce you.

I had five orgasms.

I wrote an article about you.

I'm sending it out to scientific journals.

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- Was it that bad?

- No.

Then what's this about?

I'm going to be fired.

Why?

GLASBE is launching a new drug

to treat infertility.

If I don't get an opinion by

tomorrow that it acts selectively

and improves efficacy by 68%,

they'll fire me.

The professor who was to do it

for me had a stroke, and I'm in...

some hellhole at the other

end of the world.

But I can give you

an opinion like that.

What about clinical trials?

In this heart of darkness

I'll sit under a baobab

and use all of me expertness.

- Fallen in love?

- Crazy about me.

Want to spend the rest of your

life making peanuts here or...

start earning real money?

Walentyna, come out and tell me.

I'll give you shares in

a chain of drugstores.

If?

If you start selling

bogus meds in them.

Pharmacies can't import drugs.

Private healthcare facilities can.

You'll buy some shack in the boonies...

and register it as a private

healthcare facility.

You'll import GLASBE products

from France.

First a million packages of Viramen.

I'm to import a million

packages to some shithole?

It'll give you the legal cover

for making phony drugs.

You'll pack another million doses

of fake Viramen into bottles.

And sell it all in your pharmacies.

What'll the meds be made of?

Who the f*** knows?

Powdered sugar.

You want me to sell people

powdered sugar?

The real thing doesn't work either.

I guess you're right.

But in those pharmacies...

use someone you trust.

Want a lick of this?

F***ing awesome.

A slug of Ethanol?

Darek, this is a pharmacy.

If I see you high even once,

you'll be gone.

Go, you've got a customer.

Keep suppositories in the

fridge or they'll melt I think.

What should I drink?

Don't f***ing drink anything

when you take them.

If it were my baby I don't know if

I'd abort if it had a missing eye.

Maybe it feels with that eye.

How many abortions have you done?

What's that got to do with it?

Isn't it too late for

crocodile tears?

No, because now I'm pregnant.

Our hospital offers help

to all women.

You spout that crap on TV, but

I'm the one who has to do it.

I don't give a sh*t

what other women do.

They can do what they want.

I'm not doing any more abortions.

Madzia, what's wrong?

I'm afraid I'll have a defective

baby as punishment.

If you don't like it,

then f***ing leave.

You can't fire me when I'm pregnant.

Then get back to work.

What the f*** you looking at,

you goddamn queer?

I'll knock your f***ing head off.

- F***ing queers.

- Not so loud, dude.

Still live where you used to?

What?

You still take the same bus.

Do we know each other?

- Don't you recognize me?

- No.

We worked emergency 3 years ago.

I'm going back to work.

I've got a double shift.

Shoot me, I don't remember.

Remember a nurse named Gosia?

Yeah, I remember Gosia.

I'm her.

You f***ing changed your sex?

Yeah.

In the Czech Republic.

Sorry, I didn't know.

Darek.

Are you a homophobe?

No. I just hate queers.

Our stop.

What the f*** kind of

emergency room is this?

A surgeon runs around like Batman.

Hi, what going on here?

I brought some brochures.

What about me?

Just f***ing sit there.

You'll be all right.

Well?

Not marrying the doctor?

Doctor's wife is almost

as good as doctor.

Of course.

Earned her degree using

her ass, not her head.

Coffee?

F***.

F***.

Who called the paramedics?

Are you f***ing nuts?

Calling an ambulance

to the hospital?

Sure since you weren't

taking care of me.

See me and I'll cancel it.

How long do I have to wait,

you old c*nt?

Sorry, too much testosterone.

He pissed himself.

Strap him down and give him

the biggest catheter we have.

Save me!

Help!

Someone!

They're killing me!

Save me!

He... He... lp.

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