You Don't Know Jack Page #7

- ( groans ) - margo: Come on, jack.

Say a few words.

- A little something?

- What can I tell you?

- We broke up. It was-- you

know-- - I think the truth is

That girls just make you

shake in your boots, jack.

- Okay. Yeah.

- All right then.

Somebody needs

some coffee.

So come, margo,

Come where it's safe.

Governor engler's gonna be signing

a ban in a couple of months.

It'll make assisting a

suicide a four-year felony.

Oh.

Oh, that's laughable.

It's a f***ing charade,

And I'll appeal it when

the time is right.

In the meantime, if you

have anything lined up,

I suggest you get

it done pronto.

Neal:
We'd have been

sh*t out of luck

If I hadn't traced

those two down

At a wholesaler

in kalamazoo,

Where it just so happens an

old flame of mine works.

A couple of happy-hour

margaritas sealed the deal.

Then it was

worth the drive?

( chuckles )

it's always worth it.

Jack, I just ain't sure

these are gonna be enough.

I'll make it work.

I can ration it.

Anyway, I think

I've got an idea,

A way to recapture

the gas.

Let's stop over

at the hardware store.

Oh, and that's--

I apologize for putting

you through is, ma'am.

( wheezing coughing )

It's the emphysema.

I know.

Yes, I know.

I know.

We'll just wait for it to pass.

Let him have this one out.

Go ahead.

- ( breathing heavily

) - and we breathe.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay, so we're--

I think we're ready

for the box first.

Like I said

to you before,

Because of the

circumstances I'm in now,

We have to use this because

I'm saving the gas.

You understand?

We're going to recapture the gas.

They won't give me

more canisters,

And I have

other patients to serve--

Two others, and I--

Maybe this isn't such

a great idea, doctor.

- I don't think it's gonna hold.

- I think it's gonna be fine.

We're almost there.

Just a little

more tape right here...

- There. - ...

Just to keep it in. Here we go.

Like we talked about

before, all right?

What we said-- neal is gonna

turn on the gas canister...

- Okay. - ...

When you are ready.

So we're gonna get

the signal from you.

- Yes, sir.

- Sorry for this.

- This is not usual-- - no no.

No no.

This is not usually what we do,

but we've run out of luck here.

- It's okay.

It's all right. - Okay.

Ready.

( gas hisses )

All right.

Thank you for

a great life, cheryl.

Cheryl:

You too.

( gas hissing )

You're so brave.

Wait.

Take-- take it off.

Take-- take it off.

- Take it off. Take it off.

- ( hissing stops )

- Getting hot.

- Hot?

- Watch his-- watch his-- - hot.

Oh.

- Getting so hot.

- It's what?

- Getting so hot.

Hot. - Hot.

- He's burning up.

- Okay, maybe we-- this has got to wait.

- Oh, I think so.

- No no, please.

I wasn't-- I wasn't

prepared for the issue.

- I'm awfully sorry.

So let's-- - it's all right, doc.

It's all right.

Now, please.

Do it now, please.

( wheezes ) do it.

Okay, let's do it

this way.

You kn,

let's get rid of that.

Just-- let's just put the box on.

It'd be better.

This is gonna

be easier, hugh.

- This--

- watch your head.

- Down.

- Okay.

- Watch your head.

- Jack:
Here it is.

- Neal:
Mind your head.

- Jack:
Mind your head.

Just push it-- that's it.

That's fine.

This is gonna

be easier now,

Because the gas will

escape now.

It won't heat up.

Just like that, hugh.

Okay? Okay?

Now air is gonna get through,

so you'll be all right.

You're not gonna heat up.

Let me just get this.

Here we are.

Okay. Once again, when

you're ready, hugh,

We'll have neal turn

the gas on again.

I love you, darling.

- I love you.

- I love you.

( crying )

it's okay, darling.

( gas hisses )

- Hugh:
You-- -

woman:
I love you.

- ( clip clatters )

- woman:
Oh god.

- ( crying )

- ( gas hissing )

I love you.

I love you,

darling.

I love you.

( crying )

( whispers )

he's gone, my dear.

I'm gonna type out the

final action report.

And give it

to you tomorrow.

God!

So you ever gonna

say anything?

Because nothing irks me more than

having you sitting there simmering.

God forbid

I should irk you.

Well, just spit it out.

You've got something to say.

The great jack kevorkian.

You know better.

- That's right.

- Nothing gets in the way of the mission.

The mission?

What mission.

Is that what

you call rationing,

Taping a f***ing sheet of plastic

around a poor guy's head?

We should've waited

till we had more gas.

- Oh, and when would that have been I wonder?

- I should've insisted.

He was-- he was-- he

was-- he was done.

Do you understand?

He wand it done.

He was begging for it.

We wanted to go.

We were ready to go.

He was beggingus to stay.

He wanted it done.

You saw that.

Yeah, I saw it.

It freaked the sh*t out of me.

Well, it worked out.

It got done.

I knew it would.

We can't be cutting

corners anymore.

This isn't the old days.

We're not down in the

lab winging it anymore.

Jack, the next time it

doesn't feel right,

Call it off.

These are

my decisions

to make, neal.

Mine alone.

Yes, sir, kemo sabe.

( typewriter clicking )

This is the one we got

Through the search

warrant at kevorkian's,

And you can see where he's whited out

a number of lines and typed over.

And this is the one

found in nicol's trash

By a concerned activist.

Mr. Gale's desperate pleas

to take off his gas mask

Were deleted and replaced

with the phrase...

"patient became flushed, agitated.

Breathing deeply."

"increased rate of respiration

and muscle tension

- With no overaction.

" - this directly contradicts

- Mr. Nicol's photocopied version...

- "saying 'take it off.'"

...And suggests that dr.

Kevorkian was attempting to cover something up.

"saying 'take it off'

once again,

He fell into unconsciousness.

"

The tragedy is that mr.

Gale did not want to die that day,

But dr.

Kevorkian didn't care.

An inquest will be held.

Thompson:
He lied

in his report!

Fieger:
He is the most

honest man I know.

- Honest to a fault!

- Man:
Could we continue please?

Mr. Nicol, when mr.

Gale said, "take it off"--

He was talking

about the plastic tent

On his head,

not the gas mask.

And his lungs locked up.

That happens with emphysema.

Then why would dr.

Kevorkian

Feel the need

to correct--

You're grasping

at straws here.

It was a simple

typographical error,

Which I had

pointed out to him

And he corrected.

He typed up a new copy whieh was

going to go in our records.

Before you ransacked

his apartment!

But this typo, in its original,

was four lines long.

Why wouldn't he just rip it up and

start again if it was a mistake?

To save on paper.

Dr.

Kevorkian is

Incredibly cheap.

It was

a very emotional day,

As they all are.

And I'm sure

when he typed it up,

It was in the middle

of the night

And he was trying to do

three things at once

Like he always does.

Mrs.

Gale, please,

For your husband's sake,

The truth.

( clears throat )

My husband of 22 years

Faced death so many times

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