Hellhole Page #4

that we have seen enough!

You b*tch.

I beat you, and you know it.

Damn it.

Mmm, yeah.

It's so good.

Mmm. You think this works?

Your nipples are getting hard.

No, silly.

I mean the mud therapy.

I don't know.

Dr. Fletcher says that this

will help cure my nymphomania.

Aw, gee whiz.

I didn't know you had

a drug problem.

Not drugs, silly.

Nymphomania.

Oh.

Well, what do we have here?

Ooh, nice. Huh?

You know, if Fletcher

caught you two in here,

your ass would be grass.

And my pud would be mud.

Who is he?

Where did he come from?

Oh, I'm the, uh...

I'm the, uh...

mud control inspector.

Oh, control me.

Ooh, I wanna be rolled

and controlled.

Oh.

What's this you have here?

Huh? Holding out on me?

Whoo!

Whoo!

God, it's the real thing, man.

This is pure crystal meth.

I mean, like...

Whoo!

The white knight is here!

I tell you what,

you be a piece of bread...

...and you, you be

a piece of cheese.

Provolone cheese.

And I'll be baloney.

And together we'll make a sandwich.

How do you like that, huh?

What are you laughing at?

Huh?

Don't think I'm gonna do it.

Huh?

Uh-oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I feel like I'm in a lake.

Oh, boy. Look at that.

This is nice.

Okay, why don't you

move over here?

Oh, oh, she's nice.

Why didn't you tell me

she was so nice?

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

Double your pleasure,

double your fun

with a mud bath with two broads

that's better than one.

Nice. Huh?

Ow!

Hey, man, come on.

When I told you I meant baloney,

I meant it metaphorically.

Now, get outta here.

Don't use those big words

with me, buster.

I know you just wanna

dip your stick with Laura.

You bet your ass.

Well, enjoy it while you still can.

What does that mean?

Enjoy it while you still can.

Well, what is that supposed

to mean? Huh?

Huh?

What is that supposed to mean?

Tell me.

Come on. Tell daddy. Huh?

Tell daddy.

What does it mean?

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

I overheard Fletcher...

You overheard her what?

I overheard her talking with that

goon of hers.

What goon?

The... the blue goon, Brad?

Huh? Huh?

She was telling him

to take care of you.

- She...

- What do you mean ''take care of''?

She knows you've been

snooping around.

Oh, yeah? Yeah?

So what is she gonna do? Huh?

What is she gonna do?

She wants to kill you.

Get outta here! Go ahead!

Get outta here!

You too. Beat it.

- Anything else?

- Another Coke, please.

Another Coke, hun.

You got it, Tony.

Thank you.

And some mustard and ketchup.

Comin' up.

There you are.

Anything else?

- No, perfect. Thank you.

- All right. Next.

Ron, I'm... I'm really sorry

about what happened to you,

but it still doesn't alter the fact

that you weren't there.

You're missing the point, Sidnee.

You've already

embarrassed me once.

If it hadn't been

for Mr. Monroe intervening,

I wouldn't be

with the board any longer.

You said that already.

But you're asking me

to help you get someone out.

How do you expect me to justify this

to the board at a time when...?

Oh, Sidnee, Sidnee,

you're so full of bureaucratic bullshit,

you can't see straight.

Wait a minute.

You wait a minute, pal.

I'm talking to her.

Now, listen.

There's a woman in there

whose life is in danger right now,

and I'm not gonna let her

get a needle in the brain

while you wait around to get

the right kind of evidence,

so you don't lose face in front

of your board of directors!

Keep your personal life out of this.

She has amnesia.

I was told

that her mother's out of town

and can't be reached.

Your problem

is you let your emotional life

get in the way of your job.

Well, it's been nice

working with you, kiddo.

Ron, what are you gonna do?

I'll get you

your goddamn evidence.

And if it's not too late already,

I'm getting Susan out of there.

Is this the kind of professional

that you use?

I want him off the case.

And if you pursue this any further,

I'll have the authorities on you.

I don't give a flying f***

what you do.

Ron.

Be careful.

What's going on?

You two again.

What's that?

Glue.

How very juvenile.

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me?

Stay away from me,

you filthy piece of sh*t!

Don't you ever raise your hand

to me again.

Now go to your room.

Ron!

Put this uniform on.

We're getting out of here.

Now, there's one thing

that I have to do,

so I'll be right back.

- Please don't go.

- I'll be right back, sweetheart.

Just don't leave this room.

Okay?

Okay.

You're nervous.

Why are you nervous?

Well, I don't know. I...

You wanna get high?

I know you like to get high.

It's okay. So do I.

And, uh, after all, I'm a doctor.

Drugs are my specialty.

Here.

What is it?

It's gonna get you

a lot higher than glue.

Why don't you take off your gown?

Go in.

Hello!

Get me outta here!

Somebody! Goddamn it!

Hello?

I'm buried in sheets!

Anybody! Help!

This feels good.

Are you gonna get us

some more drugs, Dr. Fletcher?

Sh*t!

Florence Nightingale

and her sacred vow to humanity.

Hush! Shh! Shh!

I dedicate this performance to you,

my most faithful fan.

Krista, five minutes to curtain.

You'd better hurry up.

Go on.

Hi.

Hi.

You must be new here.

Yeah, uh, I...

I used to work the day shift.

Oh. I've been on vacation

for a week.

Why did you switch to nights?

I've been trying to get on days

for months.

Have you announced curtain yet?

Krista, what are you doing

out of your room?

Susan and I are in a show tonight.

Who?

Susan.

She's playing my maid.

But you'll have to change

your costume, though.

Wear what you had on

when they first brought you here.

Uh, come here a minute, will ya?

Come back here, you b*tch!

Come back here!

Chinga!

Stop it!

Soto! Syringe, quick!

Stop it! God...!

B*tch!

Diablo!

Get her off! Jesus!

Nurse, get the syringe!

Nurse!

Get the syringe, goddamn it!

Get the syringe!

Let go.

Afraid, Susan?

I'd like to rip your f***ing skull off.

But instead, I'm gonna make you

permanently insane.

Your sedation's wearing off.

Well, good.

Because I want you awake for this.

I want you awake to hear your brain

scream in your head.

Then I have to set fire

to this place.

I have to burn my files

and my failures and you.

You're gonna wish

you were stillborn.

Miller time!

Come on, b*tch!

Come on! Come on! Come on,

take your medicine!

That's right!

Here, right on top.

Take the key and lock her up

Lock her up, lock her up

Take the key and lock her up,

my fair bitchy

Mommy.

You... You killed my mother!

I told you, scare it out of her!

See?

You killed my mother!

Oh!

Ah, yeah.

No, come on. Come on.

Come here, come here.

I'm sure that felt great, doc,

but I gotta talk to her now,

you know what I mean, baby?

Not bad for an amateur.

What a b*tch.

How do you like that?

What, do you want your money back

or somethin'?

Come on, honey.

You're gonna come with me now.

Oh, come on. I haven't got

my information yet.

No, but you did

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