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Bye. Bye.

not graciously condescended to take your hand in marriage.

Sergeant Hunt reporting to headquarters.

Cell number one.

Search for him. Find him.

Sorry, Mr. Bull, but the prince ain't a prince at all. He's a crook.

Nurse!

I told you not

to do that again.

Excuse me, Nurse Ratchett, but I got a little problem here.

And then my toe blood's rushing to my butt.

Well, I'm warning you.

Now when you really flatline, no one will come.

I'm just here recuperating from a little tonsil taker -outer. I'm not going to

flatline.

My throat hurts, and I got a nurse. It wasn't just tat with the ugly stick. She

got beat down by it. Well, I have something for your throat to make you

better. There you go, Mama. Oh, it feels better already.

Thanks, Val.

It's me.

I'm Alfie.

I'm in disguise.

Oh, thank God.

Because I was afraid you thought that look was good for you.

What's up, man? What's with the big ID?

You know, when you're a super famous bodyguard, everyone feels like they can

just come up and hug you.

And I don't want to be sprayed with sick people cooties.

Well, I got sick people cooties.

Oh, but you're my roomie. Roomie cooties don't count.

Yeah? They do.

Well,

you're making excellent burgers, Miss Evelyn.

A nice mountain will give you some saline to replenish those fluids.

That's Fran, my cellmate. Franny.

Hi. That's Val.

Doctor.

B. Martha Feldby.

Hi. Hi.

And you'll be who, B? Hank Jonas.

Are you an ocelot and geologist?

No, I'm Canadian.

Which is where she studied, right, Dr. Feldby?

Right. That is where I learned my special specialty.

Which is?

Well... It's kind of complicated.

We really don't need to get into it right now.

Well, were you in attendance? I'm sure it'll be fun.

Excuse me, lady.

You didn't tell me there was a hot doctor here. I would have wore shorts

I forgot.

Oh, cold brew.

Paging Dr. Hoddy. No, doc, don't worry about it. It's just the nurse ugly

mother.

Uh -huh.

Okay, Franny girl, you got me. Because you're kind of looking dead over there.

Come on.

Uh, Max?

She is dead.

The beautiful and lethal Valerie Irons.

Plucked from obscurity to head an elite Los Angeles bodyguard agency.

They know how to get things done.

Eventually.

So Fran Everly died of natural causes?

To all appearances, her heart simply stopped.

Well, she won't need a bodyguard. Why call VIP?

To protect our other patients.

Could we talk privately?

What? Don't mind me.

I am so gone, I'm surprised you can even see me.

Smell you later.

Excuse me.

You were saying?

The police are investigating, but they don't have much to go on.

There's no evidence of foul play.

I smell a butt coming.

Butt.

They agree Miss Everly's death was suspicious.

How so?

A healthy young woman, completely recovered from a mild case of botulism.

There was no reason for her to die.

People go toast up all the time. We'll put the stink on this one.

This is the second time it's happened this week.

We lost another patient a few days ago, Joshua Krieger.

Also young and healthy.

Also recovering from botulism. Yeah, well, we left our junior decoder rings

the car, but we'll try and take a stab at it, Nick. They both had botulism?

Botulism is not what killed them.

The police have no idea what did. Until they do, we need you to make sure it

doesn't happen again.

It's gotta be her.

She was the last one to see Fran Everly alive.

Val is right again.

Nurse Rita's mug had guilty written all over it. Read the lab report, okay? The

IV that Nurse Rita administered was harmless.

Toxicology didn't find anything but saline. But Rita Melton was also Joshua

Krieger's nurse.

She wasn't with him when he died.

She was at the movies with Jenna Murphy, another nurse. Tasha, suspects lie all

the time.

I just want us to keep our options open while we're undercover.

What have you got?

Let's see.

We could...

Probably put you in as an assistant administrator.

Perfect. How about Nikki?

Well, I did run a roster of patients on Nurse Rita's floor. Some of them need

physical therapy.

Okay. I think you're blowing strikes.

That only leaves Quick and Johnny.

So what do you think?

Gynecology. There's nothing but female patients.

I'll take it. No, you don't.

Last time you got to be hairdresser, remember? All those luscious lovelies

taking their clothes off in front of you. Hey, hey, I offered the gig to you.

You turn it down.

Well, not this time.

This time it's Dr. Q and the women.

Whatever. So, what's left for me?

Chris.

I wonder which one of us will score the most numbers.

Wouldn't want to be placed in a wee bet now, would you, Father?

You're on.

Hey, what about Val?

You mean Dr. Valvin?

She already passed herself off as some kind of surgeon.

She's stuck with that.

Uh, aren't you going to take me to my room?

I need to draw some blood first.

No, stop.

Please no more.

Dude, you gotta be kidding me. You're a Bengals linebacker. You had a lot worse

than this.

But I'm not wearing my pants and you hit hard.

It really, really hurts.

Please.

Don't tell the guys.

Look, you'll thank us for this later.

I'm here.

Good luck.

Next.

Well,

hello, Long Tall Valley.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

I'm feeling it.

You're putting out the vibe and it must be contagious because I'm catching it.

I'm Rodney.

I'm busy.

Okay.

Here's what I'm thinking.

You, me, breakfast at the Peninsula Hotel.

We can talk about what we did the night before.

Here's what I'm thinking. You, me, sexual harassment charges and your new

as a bag boy.

I like them feisty.

Come on by the lab, Mama Jama.

I'll show you my spores.

I just might do that.

Okay.

Hi.

Jenna Murphy?

Yes, Father.

Forgive the intrusion, but your friend Rita told me that you might be needing

some spiritual guidance.

Oh. Father, I do. I just broke up with my boyfriend, and I'm feeling so alone.

Wow.

That's what I'm here for.

Well, my most interesting case was going to Bubba, you know, his babalino. It

all ended good, though, because when he got better, he married Kelly Preston.

Oh, my God!

That is the worst case of VHD I have ever seen.

Bad hair day.

Get that, ma 'am. A thousand cc's of botanical extract, a splash of avoculi,

rinse and repeat.

That. Dr.

Valby, I didn't know you joined the staff.

We can certainly use your help.

That's for sure.

Uh, join me for coffee?

Oh, coffee? You know what? I could use a half -capped lime and non -fat milk

mocha. Yeah, me too.

Unfortunately, all we've got is usually heated sludge. But if I'm with you, I

might actually enjoy it.

Oh, really? Wow.

I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes.

I'm going to see to you.

Well, I'll see you later, too.

Thanks,

Father. I feel a lot better.

If you need to talk, call me.

Of course, I'm a little hard to get a hold of, you know, ministering to the

and all.

Well, maybe you could call me.

I'll give you my phone number.

Okay, that will work.

Oh.

Okay. Bye.

Confession, huh?

Listen, nurse readers, the alibi checks out.

Jenna confirms it.

Good work.

Plus, it's nice to see you're on the job.

What's with the attitude, huh?

You afraid I might win our bet?

I mean, the phone numbers.

Well, I can't say I've gotten too many.

Dr. William, can you help me put on that paper gown? I can never remember which

way the flap goes, in the front or the back.

I'll be right there, sweetheart.

I guess I lose.

See ya.

Sam.

Relic, we got your call.

Your boys in blue gonna throw us a bone?

Meat on it.

Botulism wasn't the only thing your two stiffs had in common.

Before they came down with the big B, they got a letter from their HMOs.

Told them to report to county hospital for medical treatment.

Yeah, they did.

But here's the thing. We checked both those letters out. Not only were they

fake, they were crawling with botulism spores. That's how both victims got it.

So someone dosed them with the bug and then sent them to county.

Made sure they died there.

E.

coli, botulism.

These lab cultures are pretty dangerous.

Danger's the name of the game.

When you're a lab guy.

All right.

Tell me this.

Lab guy.

Is the use of these specimens regulated?

Duh. They're restricted strictly for research and only to qualified

Like who?

Like me.

That's right, Slim Shady. You're looking at the big, bad toxicology man.

Recognize this little baby here?

Necrotizing fasciitis.

That'll suck the flesh off of your bones like a hungry dingo.

Maybe you'd like to hear a little more over dinner.

I'd rather have Dr. Lecter eat my brain with a shrimp fork.

Why don't you show me that list of qualified personnel?

Are you hacked in yet?

What do you want from me, blood?

Oops, sorry, can't give anymore. They took it all.

What did you tell them was wrong with me anyway?

Never mind that. What have you got?

Okay, fine. Hospital records. I'm in. What do you want?

Pull up Fran Eberle. I want the names of everyone who treated her.

Here you go.

First, there's that nice Dr.

Hank. He and Val make the cutest couple.

Hmm. There's a few specialists. That's it.

Now Joshua Krieger's doctors.

How about that?

Dr. Hank treated him too.

Dr. Hank gets around.

Got this from Rodney, the lab geek.

Medical staff with lab access to botulism. It's yours. Do you see anybody

familiar?

Dr.

Hank Jonas.

Everything's going great, but I wouldn't invite Hank to Christmas just yet.

No, don't sell his name on stalking.

Oh, uh, kind of busy. Gotta go. Bye.

Have you told Mom that the new boyfriend could be a serial killer?

You know what you are? You are a super -duper, stupid pooper.

If Hank has done anything wrong, my spidey sense will start tingling. As

I can get close enough.

I think I'd do a good job.

Come on, Val.

Wake up. Dr. Hunk was alone with both victims. Plus, he had easy access to

botulism cultures.

Oh, blah -biddy -blah.

Why would he kill them, Smarty Pants? And how? We'll get to the why. Right

we're dealing with how.

Nikki's in on the autopsy.

By the way, have you seen Kay?

Please, please, I don't want any more tests.

That's what they all say.

Take him to colonoscopy.

Subject, Francis Jane Eberle, Caucasian, age 23.

Your first time observing an autopsy?

I popped the hood on a 911 Turbo once.

It doesn't even come close.

Well, just let me know if you feel faint.

Yeah, like that's going to happen.

So what's he's there?

It's hard to tell as yet.

You might want to cover your eyes. This next bit is a bit messy.

Whoa. What the hell is that?

The transverse colon.

Cool. Can I touch it?

Yes, sir. The autopsy turned up Zip. Just a few chemical traces of Fran

blood. But nothing that could have body bagged her.

I want to see that report.

Five different chemicals in her blood. That's got to mean something.

For what?

They're small doses.

None of them toxic.

Not on their own.

Maybe we're missing something.

Like what?

I saw something like this in a KGB manual once.

Try a little carbon.

Carbon -3 -icopentane.

Slow -acting, lethal, and completely undetectable.

One quick injection would do it. Twenty -five hours later, you're toast, and

everybody thinks it's a heart attack.

It could be Dr. Hank's drug of choice.

Okay, so now we know how he did it.

All we need is a why.

People confess to a priest.

Yeah, that's it.

Dr. Jonas, isn't it?

Hi. I'm Father John. I'm new on the staff.

Oh, that's really fun.

I, um...

I thought maybe you might want to talk about the two patients that you lost.

Hmm?

I'm sure you did everything you could. It must have been painful for you.

Oh, I try not to dwell on it, Father. You know, I don't get too emotionally

involved.

Well, that has to be difficult when you know the patients personally.

I didn't know them.

What makes you think I did?

I meant, um...

I mean, generally speaking.

Oh. Well, you know, it's so sad when a young person passes, especially so

unexpectedly.

Excuse me, Father.

I have words to tell you.

He doesn't mean to be rude, Father.

I feel that he's still getting over it.

Over what?

Well, his brother died young, too, about six months ago.

Jen is right.

State records show a death certificate was issued six months ago for a Bobby

Jonas. His older brother Hank claimed the body in Lone Polk.

Hank's brother died in prison?

Mm -hmm.

Another prisoner, Vernon Sims, killed him in self -defense.

Apparently, Bobby knifed him after he wouldn't surrender his sneakers.

Sweet kid.

Yeah. Young Bobby had quite a rap sheet, mostly as a juvenile, though. This was

his first hard time.

Sounds like Sims saved taxpayers a bundle. What was his little brother in

for?

He knocked over a mini -mart in full view of the security cameras.

The jury sure didn't have to deliberate long.

Oh, gosh.

What is it?

Trial records.

You guys, Fran Everly and Joshua Krieger, the two who died in this

they were both on that jury.

They sent Hank's brother to jail.

There were ten more people on that jury who need protection.

I'll get Detective Grisby on it.

Well, you better tell him to check on Vernon Sims, too.

He was released on parole two days ago.

Hey, Nick, got to check on the next con in Vernon Sims.

Want to back me up? I'm on it.

Ron and Sims.

Come on, man.

What'd I do this time, man?

Huh?

Brother can't catch a break from 5 -0, can he? 5 -0?

No, no, man. Check the threads.

Do I look like the Lord to you? We're here to help you, weasel brother.

Check your mail lately?

What's it to you?

Uh, you should let us do that.

Listen, man.

Part of my head's spaniol and everything.

But if y 'all ain't cops, then take a friggin' hike, okay?

Dude's got a right to check his own bocce ground.

I guess we can question his sorry ass just as easily at the hospital.

Go ahead, man. Knock yourself out.

Whatever.

That don't sound like a doorbell.

Maybe Dr. Hank changed his M .O. Move!

Come on, come on, let's go, let's go!

Move, move, move!

How did I get botulism?

Things have been going around.

Try to relax, Mr. Abernathy.

Tyler Abernathy?

How did you know that?

Uh, look again.

Tasha!

I'm never, ever going to believe this.

Another botulism case just came in, and this one with Jerry Foreman.

Don't worry, Mr. Abernathy. You'll be out of pain in no time.

Take him from here, Doctor.

And you, uh... Trying to save this hospital's ass.

I'm sorry, Dr. Jonas, but County General's reputation is on the line. We

afford another botulism fatality.

Well, with all due respect, sir, that's ridiculous.

Botulism didn't kill those two people.

Then what did?

Good answer.

Until there's a better one, I'm in charge of this case. I'm afraid that's

the question.

You're overstepping, Doctor.

I'm acting on Mr. Caldwell's authority. And Mr. Caldwell has been overruled by

an even greater authority.

Hey, what's going on here? I'm sending Mr. Abernathy to OR. He needs emergency

surgery. Surgery? For botulism?

I'm afraid Dr.

Jonas is right.

The patient has also developed acute appendicitis.

Dr. Stern, Lew, and Berman all examined him.

Better hurry.

Let's go.

Well, I don't know what you were thinking, but the appendicitis is real.

As an internist, of course, I will attend the surgery to observe.

I want someone else to observe as well.

The new surgeon on staff.

Me? Val, we need someone in there to catch Dr. Hank in the act, and you're

only surgeon on the team.

No, I can't do Scooby -Doo. I can't take out an appendix. I can't even take out

a splinter. I'll give you a break. You won't have to operate. A real doctor's

going to do that.

Look, we just need you to keep an eye on Hank.

He's going to grab a chance to poison Abernathy.

Why else would he want to be in there?

Guys, what if I see something gross?

Like that time I got my clicker stuck on the learning channel and they were

showing one of those open -chested, beating, bleeding heart operations.

I can't even look at a valentine the same way.

Val, you're going in. Here.

I cannot be bribed with cheap jewelry.

Oh, that's not a bribe, Val. That's a digital video camera. If you stay very

close to Hank...

We'll be able to record every move.

This is one smooth dude.

Only way to bust him is to catch him red -handed.

That is, of course, just a backup to your spidey sense.

Here, put on your scrubs.

These need a little work.

I don't want you to worry, Val, because with this earbud, we're going to stay in

constant contact.

That's right. Hank makes a move, we're all over him.

Don't worry.

You're covered.

I'll be to OR three staff.

Gloves.

Hat.

Belt.

Band -aid.

The doctor's in.

Okay.

Dr. Bell, new reporting for duty.

Uh, where's the patient?

Oh, I guess that's the guideline down.

That sense of humor again.

Uh, why are you observing, doctor? You must have performed dozens of

appendectomies. Oh, yeah, oodles.

It's just my favorite one, so I just can't get enough.

Really? Yeah.

Yeah. I mean, it is so exciting. You never know what you're going to find

there. You know, the appendectal area is nature's dumping ground.

Think of that the next time you lose your car keys.

Party.

That boy looks suspicious.

You think?

Okay, help her out.

I'm downloading virtual Feldman right now.

Here we go, Val.

The appendix is a vestigial organ.

I was kidding.

Of course, we all know that the appendix is a vestigial organ.

Though now it serves no obvious function.

It's very susceptible to infection.

I know that.

Oh, I mean, of course, you do. You know, someone as smart as you probably went

to a vestigial organ class.

Unlike some of the people around here who obviously do not know what to do.

Like this guy.

That's the nail polish dry before you come to work.

Welcome aboard. I'm Dr. Berman. I will be performing the surgery.

Dr. Valby, will you prep the patient?

Oh, Val, I've got the pre -op procedure on screen.

I'll talk you through it.

Is there a problem, Dr. Valby?

Do it, Val. We don't want to spook him.

shiny.

Where were we?

First, expose the lower right abdominal quadrant.

First, expose the lower right abdominal quadrant.

Wow, that is a bit too much. Am I the only one who had lunch before I came in

here?

Next, swab the entire area.

I'm interested in more about your technique, Dr. Valby.

Luke's on the move.

Careful, Val.

Dr. Valby, how do you perform an appendectomy?

Uh, okay.

Well, um, isn't it obvious?

Begin with a muscle -splitting incision. Begin with a muscle -splitting

incision.

Exposing the cecum. Exposing the cecum. Which length?

Which length?

The small and large intestine.

The small and large intestine.

Which?

It makes you realize why it's so important to have skin, otherwise you'd

walking around gross and everybody else.

Thank you, Dr. Melvin. I think the patient's ready.

Scalpel? No, no, no. I think we need a little more swabbing.

Do you prefer the traditional McBurning incision?

Yes.

I learned it from Dr. McBrigid, who loves.

McBurney. What's your opinion of laparoscopy?

That's an alternative surgical procedure.

Hold on, Val. I'm downloading right now.

I said we take him down.

No, he needs to make his move.

Can't keep feeding him.

Darn this computer. The download's taking forever.

Val, doll.

Well, doctor, have you ever performed a laparoscopy?

Do you even know what it is? I'm a doctor.

Okay?

Of course I know what it is. Okay?

Okay.

This woman's a fake.

Call security.

He's going for it.

Let's move.

Come on.

Don't move!

Who are you people?

VIP. You're so busted, Buster.

I take it you all know this is deadly poison.

Good. Then you also know I won't hesitate to use it.

Let her go, Hank.

It's over.

There's no way you're getting out.

Wrong.

You're going to let me go.

In fact, you won't even call the police.

And we're going to be oh so cooperative. Why?

Because if you do what I say, I'll send you the antidote.

And without it, she only has 24 hours to live.

crab puffs, and caboodles of caviar. Make it the good stuff, because talk is

pain.

Oh, Relic, honey, money, money, money, money, don't forget the champagne,

because, you know, a little bubbly always livens people up, and, you know,

probably be kind of depressed after the funeral.

She means mine.

No, no, no, not yet.

I'm not going to be dead until about 4... 30.

4 .30 -ish.

Anyway, I gotta go. I maxed out my credit card, I bought a bunch of new

and I have to try everything on before I die.

Bye!

I don't know. Maybe because I keep thinking this is all just a movie. Kind

like Julia Roberts and Theo Magnolia. Except I have smaller teeth.

Well, don't you want to talk about your feelings?

See, I was thinking I could make you some hot chocolate, sit you down. You

call your mom on the phone to talk.

I'm sorry.

I've obviously been watching way too much PAX TV lately.

Hey, girl, that's not going to die.

You're planning her.

Beautiful. Yeah, I mean, keep her mind off of things. Oh, come on. A world

without Val would be like, like Bloomies without the big brown bag.

God just wouldn't allow that.

You're right.

Yeah.

Hey,

guys. Hey, any leads, any clues, anything?

Sorry, Val. Dude, skip, we're out of trace.

So, no antidote?

He is totally the worst boyfriend ever.

First he never called, and then he sticks me in the back with a poison

We'll find him.

Has he tapped his plastic yet?

Nothing yet, but I'm on top of it.

Okay. The good news is my pet lab geek can probably make an antidote. Oh, my

God. I'm not going to die.

Cancel the party. No. What am I saying?

Order more champagne.

Okay, wait.

The bad news?

He's going to want a little something in return.

it to him.

What does he want?

Oh, I see.

I can't believe you could be so selfish.

Validize a horrible death or sex with a lab geek. It's an easy choice.

Maybe for you.

Tasha, please.

Hey, I said probably could make an antidote.

All right. Luckily for me, he's going to need a sample of the poison to do it.

That's not easy.

Just can't buy C3 isopentane over the counter like baby aspirin. Yeah, but we

know the formula.

It's not good enough. Could take days to make.

Could your KGB pals track them down?

Maybe. They still officially existed.

I couldn't get to any of them.

Hmm.

What are you smiling at?

You tried to get to them.

You care if I die.

This is my dying wish.

Say it, say it, say it.

You're not that bad.

Give me a hug.

That'll leave me alone.

Poor Val.

I just wish there was something we could do for her.

Remember, there is.

Two ways to catch a big, bad rat.

Hunting them down is the hard way.

But if you find the right bait, it comes to you.

Yeah, I really hope this worked out for you quick.

I owe you one, Foxy. Glad to have. Just remember, I get the exclusive.

Got it.

Thank you.

Tosh, how's it look?

Prime time, and we got a beat on Hank.

He thinks he's so smart. He booked several flights, different names,

airlines, same credit card.

We're feeding the film clip to all the terminals.

All right. Let's hope he sees it.

With all the violence in the news today, it's sometimes hard to believe in your

fellow man. That is, until you meet a guy like Vernon Sims.

Yeah, what's up, bud?

Vernon Sims saved a life today.

12 -year -old Rubio Gonzalez was riding his bike here outside 421 Caballero

Street, which is Vernon's place of business, when suddenly a passing

lost control of his car. Vernon, tell us what happened next.

I just grabbed the kid, snatched him up out the way.

Risking your own life in the process.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, that's right.

I'm a freaking hero.

Get used to it. X kinds of people, too.

Think Hank will take the bait?

I guarantee it.

Dr. Deft, let's make a house call.

You got our invitation.

I guess FedEx screwed up because we never got your package.

Yeah, like the antidote you promised.

You idiot. There is no antidote.

Your friend's going to die.

Oh, I don't think so.

Here, get that poison to Rodney so he can get to work.

Hey, slow down, slow down.

Maybe this creep is lying right now. He probably does have an antidote. In which

case, I don't really need to go back to Rodney now, do I?

Yeah, yeah, I'm out of here.

is not gonna die.

You're planning her beautiful... Yeah, yeah, yeah. You gotta keep her mind off

it.

And so don't, as promised.

Didn't give me much time.

Fortunately, I work well under pressure.

Not that I'm complaining.

Are you sure that stuff's going to work?

It's breaking down the C3 chemical components as we speak.

That's cool.

Oh, which reminds me, I have to call the Andromeda Society.

My body was supposed to be launched out into space at 11 .11.

You're going to be blasted into outer space?

It's appropriate.

Well, graveyards are creepy. You don't want to blow the perfect hand by being

cremated. Anyway, I'm not going anywhere.

Thanks to you, loud guy. I don't know how to thank you.

You don't have to.

Tasha's going to do that.

Over and over and over and over.

Come on, tall, dark, and dangerous.

It's payback time.

These just came for you, Val.

Oh, that's the best part of being at your own funeral.

Okay, tell me. Who sent them? Who sent them? Must be a major fan.

So glad you're still with us. Never, ever die.

Mastercard.

Oh, no.

Hey, has anybody seen Tasha?

I thought she had a date with that lab guy.

Yeah, but that was hours ago.

Which means she's probably...

Swapping specimens.

Yeah, that.

I'm just having a really good time. Who would have thought it?

What's the matter, sugar lips? You haven't touched your buffalo wings.

Let's just get this over with, okay?

I promised you one date.

But you didn't say how long it would last.

I'm thinking next Tuesday.

All right, that's it.

You unlock this door right now, I'm going to blow it open.

With a cardiac ward just down the hall? I don't think so.

Of course, there's always the key.

Go fish.

Now, where was I?

Ah, yes.

Our future.

You know, I'm not always going to be stuck in this dead -end job.

Someday I'm going to have a little research facility of my own.

Here's how I see it.

You.

Me.

Biosphere.

Fill it up.

On

this

job, we have lots of risk. Come on, let's go, let's go.

Those are the parts. The insurance is worth the money, Nikki. Hospital stays

very expensive.

We never go to the hospital. You have a very short memory.

It's VIP.

You're so busted, Butcher.

Come on, we were on a job. Nobody got hurt.

Speak for yourself.

No, no, please, please. I don't want anything more.

That's what they all say.

Take it or call a Nazi.

Whatever. I still think they're ripping us off.

VIP? Oh, my God.

Okay, Val, calm down. We're coming.

Tasha, Quick, and Johnny foiled an assassination attempt, but now the

have them pinned down.

Let's make those insurance monkeys earn their botanero.

Oh, yeah.