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holdin' up, doc?

Fine.

All right. Well, if you start

to get low, you sing out.

You wanna be

my new drug dealer?

Hello. Say hello to Tammy.

You know everybody else.

Hello.

Hey, Eugene, have you ever

thought about the idea...

That everything

that happens, every action,

causes a reaction?

I mean, no matter

how far away or obscure?

A butterfly flaps

its wings in Tibet,

a car gets a flat

in Toronto, a guy gets

a blow job in Bangkok.

All connected.

All subject to the linkages

of cause and effect,

even if comprehensible

only in retrospect.

Claire! Look who's here.

The barroom doctor.

- Hey, baby.

- Hi.

- Here.

- What's this?

It's $10,000.

For what?

For stepping into a fray,

my friend,

and using your considerable

medical skill to save

one of my special friends.

Oh, man!

A f***in' plastic bottle

and a, and a tube and...

F***in' incredible, man.

And Claire was very impressed.

And she was a big help.

Was she?

She's very helpful.

It's been nice

to actually meet you, doctor.

It's been nice

to actually meet you too.

Hey, doc.

- You like basketball?

- Yeah.

Would you like to go

to a laker game

with us tonight?

I can't take "no"

for an answer, doc.

Where are the seats?

Come on. Take it to the hole!

Baby. I love it

when you talk dirty.

Come on.

Yeah. Take it in.

There they are

right down there in front.

The hippie in the middle,

that's Raymond blossom.

He's a big counterfeiter.

Moves anything from

designer clothes, software, cds,

videos, whatever.

Those Russian guys,

they're his clients.

Now, these guys are

straight-out insane.

They think they're still

shootin' up stalingrad.

Anyway, blossom is moving up.

Enter the Chinese.

But what I don't know...

Is who the new a**hole is.

I mean, how many a**holes

does one guy need?

Come on. Come on.

Pass, pass, pass!

Dive for it!

I never thanked you

for what you did for Isaac.

That was really great.

How's he doin'?

Oh, he's fine.

Raymond's taking care of him.

Is that what Raymond does?

He... he takes care of things?

Yeah. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Okay.

We've got to talk

some basics, Raymond.

You know, Dimitri's not happy.

Well, I'm sorry

to hear that, vlad.

And what about that last batch

of goodies you shipped us?

What the hell was that?

And where did you find

those fat, ugly guys?

Yeah, you been watchin' 'em?

You got a lot of time on

your hands, there, vlad.

We need some top quality.

We're in the '90s, man.

Could...

Let me have the armrest.

Funny guy. Don't just f***

with Dimitri, okay?

That'd be a great name

of a song.

Don't f*** with Dimitri.

Hot metal through your skin

get 'em in,

there's no missin'

Bend a couple of corners

then be off up in the red

I track down more victims

than lojack systems

Been pointin' your position

then attack you

when you slippin' up

Go by the pound, nigga

going left

To even try to fade Dr. k

is playin' with death

'Cause when I grip, you slept

now you forever gon' sleep

Premeditated, execution-style

first you bleed...

Three black guns

pointed at your ribs

Fill ya fulla holes...

Well, you keep saying ya got

a little something for me

Me, me, me

Hey, Ricky.

I'll get it for you.

What do you think of the club?

Just had it decorated, man.

This is modern

if you're from Bulgaria.

Nothing like Bulgaria, man.

Over here. Sit down.

Relax, vlad.

We're just kiddin' around.

Am I laughing?

Hey, it's all right.

Okay, Raymond.

Do you want to dance?

- Nancy Sinatra.

- Yeah, nice lady.

You wanna know what I think?

I think you been cutting us

out of the hoop, Raymond.

You've been screwin' us over.

Hey, Dimitri knows you been

dealin' with the chinaman.

Do you think we're stupid?

How come we can't go out

anymore and have a nice time?

Dimitri's getting angry, man.

Yeah.

He can't cover up

your ass anymore.

Ray, we heard you had

some kind of trouble

in one of your clubs?

Yeah. Don't worry.

We took care of it.

I don't know

what I'm doing here.

You're dancing.

That's a matter of opinion.

Yeah.

This is not a negotiation.

You understand?

You wanna cut us off?

Dump us in the lurch, or what?

It's in the ditch.

The expression is in the ditch.

I don't care about

any f***in' expression.

You got it?

This is the way

we do things in the west.

Welcome to the free world.

F*** motherf***er free world.

Okay, Andre.

- F*** the free world.

- Yeah, and f*** you.

- No, f*** you!

- No, f*** you!

- F*** you, b*tch!

- F*** you, motherf***er.

- Boys, boys.

- Shut the f*** up.

How'd you lose your license?

I was operating on a patient,

and the patient died.

Was it your fault?

I was under the influence

of narcotics and amphetamines

at the time, so, yeah, you

could say it was my fault.

How long ago was it?

Ten months, five days...

What time is it now?

So how come

you're still stoned?

Yeah, we'll see who ends up

in the ditch, okay?

Okay.

Yeah, we've been through

wars before, Raymond.

Yeah. Oh, yeah, yeah.

Remember Afghanistan?

- Very bohemian.

- There's no place like home.

Yeah. Listen, doc.

Anything you ever need,

you call me, okay?

Anything. I'm a friend.

- I mean it.

- I believe you.

- Yeah.

- Good night, Claire.

Good night.

- Cyril check in?

- Yep.

Is he all right?

Better than that.

Is he happy?

Extremely f***in' happy.

What does that mean,

extremely f***in' happy?

Hey, nothin', baby. Nothin'.

What's with the doctor, ray?

What do you mean?

Do you like him,

or is he your friend?

Oh, has the doctor

inflamed you in some way

I should be concerned about?

No. I don't like you

telling people what we do.

Do you like the doctor, Claire?

No, I don't, Raymond.

- Do you trust him?

- No.

- Why not?

- Because he's damaged.

But we like that in a person.

A friend. Ray genuinely

liked me, but why?

I'm not sure. Maybe he saw

that I didn't judge him.

Who was I to judge anybody?

All I know is since I met him,

I been kidnapped,

taken to a laker game,

a Bulgarian go-go bar

with Russian gangsters,

and danced with Ray's

beautiful girlfriend, Claire.

Well, at least I wasn't bored.

Get us to a new hotel,

and bring me

we want to talk to you, man!

You weren't supposed

to f***in' shoot him.

What's the point of us

runnin' on bleedin' sand,

didn't he?

I'm really happy to see you.

I finally found something

I can do for you.

What's that?

I can make you a doctor again.

What do you got, a magic wand?

No. But I have a surprise.

Hey.

Hey, you guys.

This is the doctor.

- Hey, doc.

- What is it?

Gunshot wound to the abdomen.

He's in hypovolemic shock.

I'm running saline with

a splash of morphine, wide open.

You want me to drape him?

Hell, yeah.

Get him to a hospital.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

Eugene. Hey!

Talk to me.

What happens if you take

that man to a hospital?

He gets arrested?

He gets deported?

No. He's on parole.

He goes back to prison.

Well, maybe that's

where he belongs.

He doesn't deserve

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