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- What happened to him?

- I don't know.

Well, put down the tray.

Listen to me, please.

There's a man, a male nurse.

A black man in a bow tie. Who is he?

- What is his name?

- I don't know.

This isn't my floor.

I work with Dr. Sharazi

on the sixth floor.

You were moved here

to the seventh, remember?

I'm not supposed to be here.

I just know what happened

with your surgery and I felt bad.

Why are you looking at me like that?

You know there's something wrong,

don't you?

Well, what is it? What is it?

I don't know.

It's like a feeling I have.

And look what happened to you.

I don't understand how

something like that could happen.

Last night, a male nurse--

A black man with a red bow tie.

The man who's been changing my IV.

--he came into this room

and he killed the man in the next bed.

- What?

- He killed--

He killed-- I saw it. I saw it.

He killed the man and then...

What happens over there?

- The east ward?

- Yeah.

I don't know. Nothing.

Jenny?

It's like a construction zone.

It's been closed.

Closed for how long?

Well, forever. As long as I've been here.

That's why there's a phone problem.

Because they're doing construction there.

- I want you to take me there.

- What?

- What?

- I want you to take me there.

- I can't. I can't do--

- Yes.

- George.

- Put me in a wheelchair.

- You can take-- I will not--

- I can't.

Excuse me.

I don't know your name.

What's your name?

Mandingo.

- I'm George--

- Grieves.

It says so on your chart.

Hi.

Open it.

Go ahead. Open it, Zoe.

Wait. Back--

Back there, that one.

I'm gonna lose my job.

You'll get a better one.

Wait.

George.

George, be careful.

What are you doing?

There's nothing here.

These are old files.

George.

These are-- What are they doing here?

George.

Oh, George.

Are you all right?

You almost pulled out your IV.

What--? What's in there?

What? What's in what?

All of a sudden it's--

I'm dizzy.

I'm dizzy, just get me out.

Here, let's get to the elevators.

I don't know if it's working.

Well, let's try. I just wanna go home.

- I can't let you.

- I just wanna go home.

I won't tell anyone about you, okay?

I won't tell anybody, I promise.

I just wanna go home.

Okay? I'll just tell them that I left.

Mr. Grieves.

George, sit down.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

We understand

there have been problems...

...with your care

here at Mt. Abaddon.

That's a good start.

Your experience

has been less than positive.

- Who are you?

- I'm chief counsel for Mt. Abaddon.

Oh, you're a lawyer.

- I'm also a physician.

- Oh, you're a physician.

You're double-billed.

That must work out well.

That's a fancy suit. It's crackerjack suit.

I bet you make a bundle.

I bet you can tell me

what they've been putting in this IV.

Vancomycin and Maxipime,

every six hours.

- Morphine, hydroco--

- Morphine?

- For the pain.

- What pain?

- Let's review.

- Let's.

Our records indicate that on the 23rd,

you were admitted for routine colonoscopy.

That's right. That's right.

The twenty-- The day after my birthday.

Indeed. Unfortunately,

a patient by the name of Jorge Grieves...

...was to receive a thoracoscopic

sympathectomy on the same floor.

Go figure.

- A mistake was made.

- I guess a mistake was f***ing made.

A mistake was made.

How did it go?

How did what go, Mr. Grieves?

The colonoscopy. I got the sympa--

Whatever. The sympathectomy.

I assume that Mr. Grieves

got the colonoscopy.

- Yes, actually--

- I wasn't f***ing talking to you.

How did it go?

Mr. Grieves' procedure

was complicated by the fact that--

The fact that he wasn't clean,

he wasn't prepared?

He was still full of sh*t, wasn't he?

- Mr. Grieves.

- What?

When you were found unconscious in

the east ward, you were holding a file.

This file.

- What does this file mean to you?

- That's mine.

That's mine. That's my file.

That's mine.

This file contains the medical records

of Mr. George Spelvin.

- Admitted February 29th, 1947.

- No, no, no.

No, no, that's my-- Where's Ira?

- Where's Ira? Where's my attorney?

- He's on his way, George.

I wanna leave this place.

I wanna leave right f***ing now!

Leaving is not an option, Mr. Grieves.

Ira, I wanna leave.

I want you to get me out of this place.

- No, you cannot leave right now.

- You gotta get me out of this place.

You gotta help me out.

You gotta call the police.

You gotta tell the police

to go to the east ward.

The east ward.

Jenny knows where it is.

Jenny can take you to the east ward,

can't you? You gotta take--

You gotta take them to the east ward

because they're--

They're butchering people, Ira.

Like Billy said.

It's a scam and they're doing it

right here in this f***ing hospital, okay?

And you gotta take them down.

And there's a man--

A black man who came in my room

last night and he f***ing killed a man.

He killed a patient last night.

- Last night?

- Last night. Last night. His name...

- What's his name, George?

- His name is Mandingo.

Mandingo.

- Mandingo?

- Yes. It's-- He's got a--

He's got a red bow tie and he's wearing--

Don't look at me like that, Ira.

His name is Mandingo.

What? What? What?

- Are you afraid of African-Americans?

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Mr. Grieves.

- What?

The day before yesterday,

while wandering...

...through an abandoned

construction zone in this hospital...

- Abandoned? Abandoned? F*** you.

- ...you suffered a TSS episode.

- Abandoned-- Wait, hold on, the day--

- Toxic Shock Syndrome.

You've lost a little time, George.

Caused by a staph infection

in your thoracic cavity.

- Pus-filled abscesses in your chest.

- What?

The extent of the infection

is to be determined.

You were infected

during the sympathectomy, George.

- What?

- That has yet to be determined.

F*** you. Kiss my ass.

Mr. Grieves,

we're gonna need to open your chest.

Open--? You're not--

You're not touching me.

You're not coming anywhere near me.

You're not opening my chest.

A procedure

which is seriously compromised...

...by the presence of a necrotic fasciitis

in your leg.

My leg?

What's wrong with my leg?

You've tested positive

for a group-A streptococcal infection.

- Flesh-eating bacteria, George.

- What?

We believe it began

at the site of a minor trauma...

...caused by Nurse Bienvenue's carelessness

in moving you to a wheelchair.

When I get through with them, George,

you are gonna own this hospital.

Hold on a second. My leg?

My leg. Oh, f***. My leg.

They might need to amputate, George.

My leg. It's my f***ing leg.

It's best to stay seated.

Everybody stay with me.

- Stay with me, George.

- Oh, my leg.

- Oh, my God.

- Calm down.

- My leg. It's my f***ing leg.

- Stay with me, George.

Stay with me, buddy. No, George.

- George. George.

- We need a shot.

George. George.

It's a new car!

A plant? It's just a plant.

No, that is not just a plant.

It's an olive tree.

- From the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem.

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