Dr. Giggles Page #4

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Scalpel.

Oooh. Oh.

That smarts. Oh.

Retractor.

Suction.

Forceps.

Prepare to close.

Physician, heal thyself.

Just how long are you gonna sit there?

As long as it takes.

We're scanning every felony

in a radius of...

Why the f*** am I telling you? Tss.

This guy's out there, Reitz, I saw him.

He's out there.

You may be right.

Tarawood.

Escaped from Tarawood State Hospital

two weeks ago.

A 42-year old male schizophrenic.

Killed three hospital personnel.

ID unknown, orphaned at age 7.

He's 40. That means born in 1952...

...and orphaned in 1959.

What does all this mean?

I doubt I could convince anyone else,

but I'm taking another look at that house.

- I'm going.

- Like hell you are.

Sit down and wait for your parents.

Like hell I'm not.

Hello. Is this Chief Harper?

This is Joe Campbell, Jennifer's father.

I see.

I'm on my way.

Dr. Chamberlain.

Dr. Chamberlain!

You're supposed to be relaxing.

The machine.

I'm sorry, Jennifer.

I'm afraid we have to go in.

Dr. Chamberlain, what are you doing?

Don't worry, Jennifer.

It's just a routine operation.

Jennifer, Jennifer. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's Dr. Chamberlain.

You're in my office, everything's fine,

you had a nightmare.

Come on, sit up.

Take a deep breath.

You all right?

Let me just check the readout, okay?

Well, up until just now,

things looked pretty good.

Wave patterns seem to be just about

where they should be.

I think you're gonna be fine.

If I were you, I'd get a second opinion.

Well, here we are.

Jennifer.

My problem is...

...I care too much.

This isn't happening.

That is very unprofessional of you,

doctor.

- Stay away from her.

- Still...

...I'm not above showing

a little professional courtesy.

How about a free examination?

Shh.

Reflexes seem normal.

Let's check the blood pressure.

Oh!

Now...

...relax and breathe normally.

I'm afraid the news is bad.

I give you six seconds to live.

Any last words, doctor?

Either you're dead

or my watch has stopped.

Lights out. Doctor's orders.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh, sh*t.

- Doctor.

- I'm calling the hospital now.

No, no, no...

A doctor...

...did this.

And how are we feeling?

Just relax.

It'll all be over before you know it.

- No.

- No need to be shy around me, young lady.

Oh, sorry. These things get cold.

It's broken all right.

Never a nurse around

when you need one.

Too small.

Too big.

Hmm.

Just right.

Sh*t.

My father finished this

after my mother died.

He never got to use it.

It was too late.

You'll be the first, Jennifer.

You see, Jennifer...

...before we can replace

the broken heart...

...we have to stop it from beating.

Plain...

...and simple.

There will be no medication,

just a single jolt of electricity.

It's a necessary step.

I promise.

You may be having second thoughts...

...but when you wake up...

...you'll have a change of heart.

Don't move.

- I don't believe you had an appointment.

- Get the f*** away from her.

Have a heart.

Ah!

Sh*t.

One, two.

Time to do what doctors do best.

Four, five, six, seven, eight...

...nine, 10, 11, 12.

Help.

Shh. I'm Officer Reitz, okay?

Listen to me.

I'm going to get you out of here...

...but first,

I'm gonna make sure it's clear.

Now, I need your help, kid.

I need you to be quiet and don't move.

I'll be right back.

Officer Reitz.

Stay there, okay? Don't move.

Jen.

- Jeez.

What the f*** are you doing here?

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Look, we don't have no time for this sh*t.

Come on.

Let's go. I got you.

- What happened here?

- Just move.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

Don't look, Jen, just shut your

eyes, okay? Just shut your eyes.

Jen, are you okay?

Sh*t.

Get up, come on.

I'm getting you out of here, Jen, okay?

Getting out of here.

Cover your eyes.

Max.

- Visiting hours are over.

- Ah!

Should have used an eight iron.

Ah!

You know what happens

when children play with guns?

No!

Over here, motherf***er.

Come on, Max. Max.

Max, come on.

This is going to hurt you

more than it hurts me.

No.

Ah!

I haven't discharged you.

Max?

We can still make it.

Don't make me laugh.

Grab my hand.

I can't hold on.

I've never lost a patient, Jennifer.

Jennifer!

I can't breathe, Max.

Dr. Alfred and Dr. Jones, to O.R. Stat.

The strain was too much on the valve.

Administer pre-surgical meds

and have an O.R. Ready immediately.

Okay, Jennifer. Scoot over, please.

Oh, my God.

Okay, honey. Here we go.

Now, I want you to count

backwards, slowly from 100.

One hundred, 99, 98...

...ninety seven, 96.

Who the hell are you?

I'm her doctor.

What in God's name are those?

Just a little something I threw together.

Of course, they haven't been tested yet.

You were dead.

I'm not that good a doctor.

Jennifer, there's still time.

Let's pick up where we left off.

Is it my bedside manners?

Jennifer, it's time to take your medicine.

Try some of your own medicine.

Ah!

Ahh.

Huhn!

- Ah!

I don't feel well.

Take two and call me in the morning.

- Uh-huh-huh?

- Uhn!

Is there a...

...doctor in the house?

Hey, sport.

Hi, Daddy.

How you feeling?

Feeling okay.

Heck of a way to start off

the summer, huh?

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