Playing God
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 94 min
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Sometimes we all wonder
how things come to be.
The chain of events.
A leads to "b"
leads to "c" leads to "z."
Each life is made up
of big decisions,
and each day is made up
of a million little decisions.
What shirt to wear.
What street to walk on.
What to eat for lunch.
And all these seemingly
inconsequential choices...
Might change your life forever.
But who can handle
that kind of responsibility?
So you have
to trust your instinct.
What the greeks
might call "your character."
And you better pray to
whatever God you believe in...
That your character knows
what the hell it's doing.
I thought I was
a man of character...
Good character...
Until I made a mistake.
A bad one
that changed everything.
That's why I found myself
walking into a lousy L.A. bar
to buy some fentanyl citrate.
Synthetic heroin.
My personal favorite.
You see, when I got high, the
chain of events disappeared.
No past, no future.
Just the sweet, sticky now.
that night with my goodies,
something happened.
I did a good thing.
One good deed
I wasn't ready for.
And a ride I had
no business taking.
We're set. Okay.
See you later, man.
Hello, my friend.
What's your pleasure?
The usual.
Call 911!
Nobody callin' 911!
He's gonna die! Call Raymond.
He's dyin'.
What you doin', man?
- You gonna call 911?
- No, man.
Then back off.
His lung is punctured.
Get me some rum.
I need a clean knife
and clean towels.
I need, like, a plastic
water bottle.
Oh, and a wire hanger.
Get a wire hanger
and straighten it out.
I need some plastic tube.
A beer pump or a soda pump?
run the wire hanger through it.
Get me some tape.
Like, three or four
pieces of tape.
Now, get him up on the table.
Go round it up now.
Help me lift him up.
Turn the music down.
Turn it off!
Up.
Get those towels.
Just hold it hard.
Give me that.
Tight. Put it hard.
Put it hard.
Give me the knife.
Lighter. Lighter. Lighter.
Sterilize that.
You got it?
If anybody's squeamish,
look away. Now, hold him tight.
He's gonna jump.
Hold him!
Run some of the wire through
the front of the tubing, like,
three inches, and give it to
me.
Perfect.
Okay, now pull,
pull the wire out.
Pull it out. Pull it out.
Okay, give me some tape.
Thank you.
Get the other end of the tubing
and put it in the bottle.
Get some tape and make it
airtight around the opening.
You with me? You got it?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Squeeze the bottle first.
Make it as airtight as you can.
Okay, hold it low.
Now, release the bottle.
Release it.
He'll live, but you better
get him to a hospital now.
Obviously, I'd seen a lot of
awful things done to the body.
I mean, I'd seen the results,
shots fired before.
Not at a man.
Not two feet from me.
It didn't scare me as much
as I thought it might, though.
Maybe because I knew
undo what had been done.
that man's life, but I didn't.
It just made me miss more
what I once was.
Like a prisoner getting
one day out in the sun,
it just made the prison seem
that much more dismal.
On the way home, I said,
tonight, I will not get high.
I might just as well have said,
tonight, I will not breathe.
There's no one else now.
It's you or no one.
I've been up 28 hours.
There's no one else now.
It's you or no one.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm just tuning up a pinto.
Everyone should be
such a good mechanic.
When I pray to God,
I don't ask him
to eradicate disease.
I pray that he
sends me something
that I haven't seen.
I'm half kidding.
- Phil, I been up for 28 hours.
- There's no one else now.
It's you or no one.
Tell them to continue prepping,
and I'll be down.
Let's see if we can save
this young lady's life.
Everything copacabana,
Dr. sands?
Yes, it is, Dr. frankenstein.
Franken-schteen.
If I forget to do anything,
you just let me know.
Scalpel.
Pickups, Metz.
Careful of those ducts
there, doctor.
No kidding "be careful
of those ducts."
Where'd you get your
diploma? Granada?
Will you give me some space,
here? Cork cannula.
Christ, Fran!
Eugene, is there a problem?
No, there's not a problem.
Come on, Fran.
Just give me the clamp.
How you doin'?
Why is everybody
worrying about me?
Let's worry about the patient.
Will you wipe
my glasses, please?
How you doin'?
Are you okay?
Some umbilical tape.
Please hurry. Hurry up.
Tie it off. Hurry up. Sh*t!
I lost the portal vein!
Goddamn it! I'm blinded.
Give me some suction here.
- Help me!
- She's in v-fib.
No, no. Let me finish!
I can save her.
Come on!
Get out of the way!
Get the paddles ready.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
What's up with him?
He's all f***ed up, isn't he?
He'll do with
the proper thingies.
You know what I mean?
Like a proper game,
where the ball is round.
What I don't understand
about American football
is the huddle.
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
What the hell is all that
about, man?
Look, man, they're not
They're makin' a strategy.
You can't hear 'em
at the back of the
stadium, can ya?
Hey. Where we goin'?
what the f*** is goin' on.
Oh. Morning, mate.
Just chill out, relax.
Be with you in a sec.
I don't understand
rugby sh*t, man.
Who are you?
Looks just like a football.
They throw it up, run for it
and smash into each other.
I hate bleedin' Americans.
You think you're so great.
Life is all a matter
of perspective.
as a doctor.
A man with gangrene
thinks he's lucky if he only
loses a finger and not an arm.
So if your life
and you found yourself walking
with two guys that look like
metallica rejects,
you might think
it was a bad day.
Mr. blossom will be
with you in a minute.
On the other hand,
if your life is in the toilet,
and you had a nasty
fentanyl citrate hangover,
you could say...
What the hell.
I am at the beach.
Dr. Eugene sands?
How do you know my name?
Took an interest.
I'm sorry. You are?
Oh, I'm sorry.
Raymond blossom.
You gonna hurt me?
Are you askin'
'cause you're afraid
or 'cause you want me to?
I'm just tryin' to plan my day.
Oh, man, listen. If I'm
interfering with your plans,
please forgive me.
It's just I was so knocked out
by what you did last night,
I said, "I gotta meet
this guy." That's it.
That's all there is to it.
Is kidnapping the only way
you can make new friends?
Well, you know.
Hey, why don't you stick
around for a while?
Nah. I should really
be getting home.
Hungry?
No, I'm not.
What do you want from me?
Nothin', man. You know,
just... hang out.
Have a little lunch. That's it.
How's your pill stash
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