Wrongfully Accused Page #4

- Thank you.

Dr. Kimball to surgery,

please. Dr. Kimball.

Dr. Kevorkian.

Dr. Kevorkian to Mr. Simpson's room.

A volcano has erupted!

Tornado!

Earthquake!

It's El Nio!

Killer bees!

An ocean liner hit an iceberg!

Thank God you're here,

Doctor... Sanchez.

Because of cutbacks,

you are the only person on duty.

He's pregnant.

Doctor, this man's been shot 5 times.

Down at the end

in the 10-Bullets-or-Less lane.

I'll adjust that.

Maximum flow.

Doctor, you'd better

take a look at this.

Uh, no, thank you.

Administer 200,000

units of adrenaline.

- But...

- Damn your "but."

I said 200,000 cc's of adrenaline.

Balance and rotate the organs.

Put granny on the gurney.

Put the cop in post-op.

- ICU?

- And I see you.

You're a fine nurse.

I want to speak to you.

Isn't that a little fester?

- What?

- Just below your eye there.

- Fester? Is it dangerous?

- Let me get a good look at that.

Check in, Second Floor Security.

Check in, please, Jackson.

I'm searching the west wing.

So far, no sign of the intruder.

Nurse! Nurse!

Hold it!

Quick!

Okay. Let's go, let's go.

- Security, look behind you.

- What?

- Look behind you.

- Where?

Look behind you.

Oh. Too late.

Go to Radiology.

We should be safe for now.

I followed the diaper truck.

As soon as I saw this hospital,

I knew you must be here.

Put your hand in my pocket.

All right.

What am I looking for?

Nothing.

I just missed you, baby.

We're going to party like it's 1995.

Oh, Ryan.

I hoped you'd say those words.

I love you.

Boy!

You really are something,

aren't you?

You believed me just then, didn't you?

How does it feel?

You were lit up

like Dennis Rodman at Christmastime.

You really are good!

I do love you, Ryan.

I truly do.

And you eat with that mouth?

The Beatles said it best:

"She loves you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Listen, Michelle, my belle...

...this nowhere man is the walrus.

Kookookachoo.

Up at the apartment,

you said you thought I was innocent.

But then visions

of a big fat reward...

...danced through your head

like sugarplums on steroids.

You made a call,

you got a gat...

...and you sicced Johnny Law on me.

You're just a big bully,

aren't you?

That gun was for your protection.

I called the airlines to get you

a plane to South America, you mean man.

I wish I had a Quarter Pounder with

Cheese every time I heard that chestnut.

This little nutcracker is not dancing

to your suite anymore, princess.

I found Lauren's letters to Sean

in your apartment.

Explain that!

Lauren knew Sean for a long time.

You knew that.

You knew she knew him.

Yes, I knew she knew.

Netanyahu?

I knew Lauren knew Sean.

All right, the truth at last!

Oh, Ryan.

They're the only family I have.

Please don't make me choose

between you and my family.

Family?

Lauren's your sister. And?

Sean is my brother.

Forgive me.

Dr. Ross, Dr. Green, Dr. Carter,

Dr. Weaver and Dr. Benton...

...please pick up

a very large check in the ER.

A man fitting Harrison's description

and wearing a meat company shirt...

...has entered the ER.

There are 1,400 beds...

...a staff of 250,

Chances of our finding

Cass and Harrison right off...

...are 9,103 to 5.

It is 3:
05 P.M.

We should make contact in 14 minutes...

...which makes it exactly...

...3:
19 P.M.

Let's do it.

Records room. Records room.

Access denied.

Air conditioning duct.

Aha.

Let's see here.

- Uh, Nurse Anderson.

- Yes, Doctor?

Thank you.

Let me see...

Aaaah!

Shalom!

Dr. Fridley?

Sit down.

Here it is.

It's a beauty.

It's a work of art.

The barrel is

a lightweight titanium alloy.

A retractable Swiss laser scope.

A Rogers Palomino trigger,

self-cleaning pump action...

...ribbed for your pleasure.

A silencer.

A Hush Puppy.

Main Menu.

Searching.

Print?

Thank you. How are you today?

Getting any?

Good, he's taken the bait.

Just give me a second!

I'm almost done!

Go, go, go!

We'll lead him to the cornfield.

Then we'll kill him.

Cass.

This is some kind of trap,

isn't it?

Just like your sister

the night Hibbing was murdered.

- I want you to understand something.

- I understand everything, Luscious.

I saw through your lies

like Spam in a Ziploc bag.

I wish I could forget all this

and go away together.

We can go away right now.

I pack light.

Everything we need

is right here in my pants.

Listen to me.

I was abandoned as a child.

I never knew my mother,

my father, my dog.

Yeah, pretty words,

Baby Crackers.

Your Popeil Pasta Maker

is spewing out fettuccini full of lies.

Well, well.

What do we have here?

Lookit. Something even the cat

wouldn't have drug in.

Pull up a bucket of nightmares

and sit down.

I've had enough of you.

It's time to dispose of Ryan Harrison...

...the way I killed my dear,

late husband.

I should have guessed that you did it,

but I didn't.

Oh.

Sean Laughrea.

What a happy, big-time family reunion.

You make the Mansons

look like the Cleavers.

Family? Us? Me?

Yes.

I'm your sister.

Lauren's our mother.

I'm your mother's identical twin,

born ten years apart but identical.

I killed your mother. Penis envy.

She was a hermaphrodite.

Mom was my mother and my father?

Sean's adopted.

I dated your real father

but chose the life of a freedom fighter.

Well, Miss Thick Bubbly Lips, I found

out about Dr. Fridley prosthetic leg.

One carbon steel barrel,

magazine of cyanide-tipped bullets.

Nice new weapon. Right, Sean?

Signal "yes"...

...by shooting yourself

in the head 3 times.

Don't. It's a trick.

Very smart, Harrison,

but this is where smart ends...

...and dead begins.

You die.

Ruth, as you can see, the U.N. Secretary

General, Sir Robert McKintire...

...has arrived in Columbia Heights...

There's our target.

You killed Hibbing and now McKintire?

I can't believe it.

I hope what I just told you won't

keep you from carrying out our mission.

McKintire is an enemy

to every freedom fighter on this planet.

Yes, of course.

I see you're right.

Good. Let's go.

I'll just finish packing the terrorists'

lunches and I'll be right there.

See you in five?

Cass!

Cass!

Cass. Shh.

When you shot me at point-blank range

I knew you loved me.

Those trophies back at your apartment...

You're a crack shot.

I checked myself for holes.

There were just the usual ones.

You tricked them.

You were using blanks, right?

Yes. I had to shoot you, Ryan.

Otherwise, they would have murdered you.

After searching for my family,

I discovered they're terrorists.

And now they're trying

to kill my father.

Your father?

Yes. I just found out my father is

the Secretary General of the U.N.

Right. Two can play at that game.

We'll set a trap. You stay here.

If they change their plans,

you get the word out right away.

If they realize I'm pretending to be

one of them, they may try to kill me.

That's a chance I'll have to take.

Good luck.

Hmm.

The Columbia Heights Jamboree

is proud to welcome...

...Mayor John Stopka...

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