All language subtitles for Scream Queens (2015) S02E07 The Hand

Previously on Scream Queens...

Won't this get a little confusing?

You say there are already
two Green Meanies,

so now there's three?

Mm-hmm. Works for me.

Science doesn't lie.

Dr. Holt, you are the prime suspect.

You want to accuse me of
murder, you go right ahead.

But there will be consequences.

BROCK: Dear God, I'm stressed.

(alarms beeping)

This hospital's popping off,

and I'm one of two
actual doctors on staff.

Dr. Holt, Dean Munsch needs
to see you in her office.

She wouldn't say what it was about.

Dr. Holt, Dr. Cascade
needs you in the E.R.

Something about a joke
that you told him.

He can remember the punch line,

but he can't remember the setup.

BROCK: Plus, I'm trying
to date that hot slice

of lady pie, Chanel, and everybody

suddenly thinks I'm the Green Meanie.

Dr. Holt, Zayday needs you
in the consultation room.

She just admitted a guy who...

BROCK: See, the problem is,

the more stressed out I get...

- (thump)
- the more stressed out the hand gets.

Dr. Holt?

(choking)

Tell him I'll be right there.

Sorry.

And the hand used to
belong to a serial killer,

so when it gets stressed, it gets scary.

And lately, it's gotten a lot worse.

See, the hand likes to
do whatever it wants,

and I think it's figured out
that the more worn out I get,

the harder it is to control.

So all it has to do is keep me tired.

- HAND: Brocky!
- Damn it!

Wake up. Will you wake up?

No, we're not doing this now.

MAN (over TV): Sinners, repent,

in Jesus' holy name!

I just want to get some sleep!

BROCK: I've tried everything,
even meditating.

But the hand refuses to let me relax.
(groans)

These days, I'm rolling on
45 minutes of sleep a night.

I've got to get on top of this.

I invited Chanel over
for a romantic dinner

because I could really use
a little sooky-sooky.

What the hell is a "large pinch"?

Good evening, Dr. Hot.

Is your hand duct-taped to your leg?

Why, yes, it is, yeah.

Kinky.

♪ ♪

Mm.

Wow, this is

really... salty.

Really?

Seems fine to me.

So, enough about me

and that time I punched
Donna Karan in the face.

(laughs) Um, tell me about you.

I mean, I don't know anything about you.

Like, how old you are,

where you're from, or...
how old you are.

Tell me about your family.

Do you have any siblings?

Or did... did they all die of polio?

I'm so worn out. I mean, the
last thing I want to do

is spend dinner rehashing
my entire life story.

Brock, I mean it!

If you and I want to take

our relationship to the next level,

I need to know who the man
I'm dating really is.

I told you I didn't
want to talk about it!

Oh.

- I'm sorry.
- (gasps) That's it!

I'm leaving!

No.

Chanel, wait.

Uh-uh. I already have someone

trying to murder me at work.

It is the last thing I need

when I'm sitting down for an elegant

salty dinner and romantic bone sesh.

- (crying)
- Chanel!

- Come back!
- No, Brock.

It is over between us!

I am done!

Chanel!

Chanel, come...

HAND: Shut up!

MUNSCH: Dr. Brock, I'd like you
to meet C.U.R.E. Institute's

most recent admission, Anna Plaisance.

I don't get it. She looks
perfectly normal to me.

Oh, dear God.

Mm.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Holt.

Nice to meet you.

Oh. Okay.

MUNSCH: As you can see,

Ms. Plaisance has an extra
set of arms and legs.

No kidding.

The doctors say it's a remnant

of an underdeveloped conjoined twin

that I subsumed in the womb.

Removing a parasitic twin
is an extremely, um,

lengthy and complex operation.

That's why I'm here.
I've done my research,

and you're one of the
best surgeons in America.

And I'd like you to
perform the procedure.

It could be very big for
the hospital, and...

- even bigger for you.
- (pats back)

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's take a look, huh?

Oh. Wow. Oh.

Okay. (exhales)

BROCK: I'm not gonna lie to
you; surgery is an option,

but it's not a very good one.

The twin doesn't have
a head, but there is

a cloaca that never
developed into genitalia.

There's an underdeveloped
set of lungs fused

to the falciform ligament of the liver.

Uh, the femoral artery of the left leg

branches directly off
the hepatic artery.

And the nervous system of the extra arms

branch directly off the
glossopharyngeal nerve,

which is right here.

Now, if we sever that nerve,

then we've paralyzed
her entire left side.

But it is possible.

Yes, it's possible.

That's all I needed to hear,
because I've already contacted

the Northeast Journal of Medicine,

and they have agreed to
send an associate editor

to cover the procedure!

So congratulations, Dr. Holt,

you're about to become a household name.

Hold up, no, I never said
that I could do the surgery.

What are you talking about?

You are always going on and on,

how you are the most skilled
surgeon in North America.

Yeah, and I am, but I just...

I haven't been getting
a lot of sleep lately.

MUNSCH: Now, this is no time to be coy.

You're doing the surgery.

But... I can't.

Dr. Holt,

we are one dead body away

from being revealed as the
hospital where patients come,

get cured, and then are brutally
murdered by a serial killer.

Now, I would much rather we were known

as the site of the most high profile

surgical procedures in the last decade.

We need this surgery.

("Push It To the Limit"
by Paul Engemann playing)

♪ Push it to the limit ♪

♪ Walk along the razor's edge ♪

♪ But don't look down,
just keep your head ♪

♪ Or you'll be finished ♪

♪ Push it to the limit... ♪

♪ The limit, the limit ♪

♪ The limit. ♪

You're like Kill Bill or that dude

who got his head smushed
in on Game of Thrones.

Were you ever hit in
the head really hard

while you were training?

All the time.

You know Karate Kid?

They modeled the guy who ran Cobra Kai

after my sensei.

Why?

I've been trying to find
a medical explanation

as to why you think you're
dead, and I discovered

Cotard's delusion.

Named after a French
neurologist, Jules Cotard.

Basically, people who have
it think they're dead,

or in some cases that they
don't even exist at all.

A traumatic brain injury could be

one of the instigating causes.

Well, I don't have it.

I've had MRls.

Anything like that would have
to be caused by a misfiring

in the fusiform face area of the brain.

Or in the amygdalae.

And there's no signs of trauma
in either of those areas.

So...

It could also be purely psychological.

I think we should give you a
psych test to see if you have

any tendencies that would make
Cotard's a likely diagnosis.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I don't think I can make
a future with a guy

who's actually dead.

Am I supposed to raise

little half-dead, half-alive children?

I'm sorry, I didn't realize
you were prejudiced

against dead people.

Everyone is. I'm just
willing to admit it.

Look, I really like you, but
if we're gonna be a couple,

then I need to know what
your true condition is,

in terms of being living or not living.

There's no official test for Cotard's.

It's not even in the DSM,
so I invented my own.

I researched people who have
been diagnosed with Cotard's

and found a pattern in
their personality types.

Psychosis, neurological
illness, schizophrenia,

and I pulled questions
from a number of sources

that test for those kinds of things.

MMPI, Myers-Briggs, Cosmo.

Honestly, it's the most actual
work I've ever done on anything.

I'm flattered. Let's begin.

"True or false: everything
in the world is relative."

True.

(printer whirs) Mm. Interesting.

CHANEL #3: Second question.

"You're out with your
girlfriends and you spot

"a cute guy across the bar.

"What do you do? A, smile sweetly?

"B, strike up a conversation?

"C, wink and wait for him to come over?

Your body will do the
rest of the talking."

Um... B, I guess.

How many times do you think
about death or murder in a day?

Um... I don't know, like, 37.

Is that a lot? Yeah.

Maybe less.

Final question of the section.

Which Madonna do you prefer?

Desperately Seeking Susan Madonna.

- Obvi.
- (sighs)

Is everything okay?

Yes.

Let's move on to phase two.

CASSIDY: I can't go if you're watching.

We need to test your urine.

Patients with Cotard's
tend to have a high

serum concentration of CMMG
and weak renal function.

But do you actually have to
watch me give the sample?

We need to be sure that you're
not pulling a Lance Armstrong

and secretly giving us
someone else's pee.

CHANEL #3: All you need to do is

tell me if the things I'm showing you

in the slides are dead or alive.

Dead.

Alive.

Dead?

I don't know who that is.

I don't know, I don't know.

G-Guys I'm done with this.
I'm not doing it anymore.

(sighs)

What do the results say?

ScarJo is your spirit celebrity,
and, yes, you have Cotard's.

What? I do?

Wait, so I'm not actually dead?

(chuckles softly)

I'm alive?

Thank God, I'm still alive.

But wait, how do you
explain how cold I am?

People psychosomatically
manifest symptoms of a disease

if they truly believe they have it.

They've been known to develop
tumors, skin conditions

or even paralysis.

Also, you sleep in a water bed
next to a giant air conditioner.

This must be a lot to take in.

Maybe you should go home and
take a rest on your water bed

and we can talk about this later.

Thank you, Number Three.
You saved my life.

(sighs)

I didn't give him all the results.

According to the testing,

not only is Dr. Cassidy Cascade

more likely to want to be in
the front during spooning,

he's also a psychopath.

And his most likely profession...

is serial killer.

(gasps)

Wait, so this means that...

Cassidy might be...

The Green Meanie.

It seems like all of us
Chanels are just doomed

to a life of romantic tragedy.

But it's gonna be okay.

Because as soon as you turn
Cassidy in to the police...

the three of us can start

enjoying the freedom of not
living our lives worrying about

being slaughtered by some serial killer.

And get back to the good old days:

the three of us against the world.

Young women bonding over a shared sense

of mutual affection, humor.

It was never like that.
That sounds awful.

And maybe I won't turn him in.

What? Uh, he's a murderer.

Maybe, for once, I don't want
to have to do the right thing

for the good of everyone else.

Um... when have you ever done that?

Just for once, why can't it
be about me and my needs?

When is it Number Three's
turn to be happy?

(snoring softly)

HAND: Psst. Psst.

Wake up.

Psst, psst, psst. Brocky!

Will you wake up?

I said wake up.

Damn it!

I've just got to sleep.

No sleep for you. I want to play.

Aah!

All right. That's it. I
can't live like this.

I don't care about my
surgical career anymore.

I just want you gone!

What are you doing?

Something I should've
done a long time ago.

Missed me. (laughs)

- (grunting)
- (laughing)

Stop moving! Yeah.

Laugh it up, funny boy.

(yells)

You missed me, you dummy.

You can't kill me. (chuckles)

It's you and me forever.

You might want to look behind you.

(screams)

Don't worry.

I got this.

Take that.

What's going on?

White Crane Kung Fu.

That's what.

- Whee!
- (shrieking)

(exhales)

(panting)

I can't believe it.

You saved my life.

Of course I did, silly.

It's you and me forever.

Thanks so much for letting
me ramble on like this.

You're such a good listener,
and I really don't have

anyone else I can talk to... (sighs)

Myrtle.

I'm in love with the Green Meanie,

and I don't know what to do about it.

I bribed Number Five
with delicious candy

so she wouldn't say anything, but...

maybe I should just turn him in.

I mean, on one hand,
he is killing people,

which is, like, not great.

But in a Malthusian sense, this
planet is teeming with people,

so he is sort of thinning
the herd in a helpful way.

But let's just say we
fall madly in love.

That'll protect me for a
while, but what about

when the honeymoon's over
and the romance wears off?

Maybe he'll get bored with me
and decide to chop off my head.

But maybe...

that's great incentive
for me to make sure

that the romance doesn't wear off.

Maybe that's exactly the motivation

our relationship needs.

Thank you so much, Myrtle.

I guess I've got a lot
of thinking to do.

You have no idea how
much this means to me.

I'll make sure no one
defiles your corpse.

CASSIDY: Very interesting.

This is something I've
never seen before.

Please, Doctor, you have to help us.

There's something very
wrong with my boyfriend,

and we have no idea what it is.

Um, it's obvious what's
wrong with your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend has horrible acne.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Jessica Simpson had terrible acne

and inexplicably chose to
make a commercial about it.

I don't think

Mr. Benderhall has acne.

Okay, then he had acne.

Again, nothing to be ashamed of.

Edward James Olmos had
terrible acne, too.

He's got more pock marks than
the moon, but I feel like

he wears it like a badge
of pride, and frankly,

I think he gets more work because of it.

SHELLY: It's not just his skin.

He has abdominal pain,

nausea, vomiting.

The doctor said it was a
really bad stomach flu,

but he hasn't even had a fever.

I read about this place in the paper,

that people come here
with incurable diseases.

Do you think that's what this is?

When did the symptoms first start?

A few weeks ago.

Well, um, we can rule out smallpox.

You'd already be dead.

Dr. Cascade? Dr....

Number Three. My name is Dr.
Number Three.

Thomas is the greatest thing
that has ever happened to me.

I love this man more than I love myself,

and I cannot be without him.

Do you understand me?
He's my everything.

You have to help us!

Shelly.

I'm gonna make you a promise right now.

I'm gonna find out what's
wrong with your boyfriend,

and then I'm gonna cure him.

Dr. Cascade, thank you.

It's the selfless dedication
of people like you

that make me believe that true love can

maybe really survive in this

scary and unpredictable world.

Number Three, Number Five,
Neckbrace, my dear sweet idiots,

I need some advice.

You know how Brock's hand
sometimes tries to kill me

because he got it off a murderer?

What?! Um, no. You never told us that.

Okay, well, it does and he did.

Anyway, when I was walking
home the other night

from his house, after telling
him that I never wanted

to speak to him again and
that it was over between us,

I was, like, "No." I am going back

to my hot doctor boyfriend's
house, and I'm gonna ask him

why he keeps trying to kill me!

And you know what he said?

He said it's just because he's stressed.

When he's worn out, it's harder for him

to control the hand's homicidal rage,

but he also said that figuring out a way

not to murder me is gonna
be his top priority.

Chanel, you totally did the right thing.

He's a hot doctor. He
deserves another chance.

(sighs) Thank you. I
mean, I am so relieved.

Wait, is that your advice?

(chuckles)

Chanel, he's obviously
gonna try and kill you.

You're in mortal danger.

You wouldn't understand, Number Five.

I mean, you've never had a boyfriend.

Yes, I have.

His name was Tyler and he was
murdered, like, three weeks ago.

So much weird stuff happens to us,

I can honestly say I
totally forgot about that.

(clears throat)

Chanel.

Even though I refuse to tell
you who the killer is...

but let me just remind you all

that it is a fact that
I do know... I can say

that you would probably be
comfortable dating Brock.

Even though he has the hand of
psycho killer, I can't promise

that he's not gonna try and kill you,

but suffice it to say, I don't think

that he's the Green Meanie type.

Okay. Hold on.

If you're gonna start giving us hints,

why don't you just tell us
who the killer is, now?

Why doesn't Number Three
tell us who the killer is?

How's your love life been lately?

None of your business.

♪ ♪

HOFFEL: Excusez.

We're making our move.

I need Dr. Holt's password.

Password?

What... which one?

It doesn't matter; most Americans

use the same password for everything.

What are you gonna do with it?

I'm going to annoy him.

I happen to know that Brock's hand

wants to kill Chanel as much as I do.

And he loses control of it

the more stressed out he gets.

Yeah. About that, um...

I guess I'd be lying if I said I
wasn't feeling guilty about...

murdering people.

We're not talking about
murdering people.

We're talking about murdering Chanel,

the bitch that burned
my sister's face off.

So, if you're asking me

if I think she deserves
to die, my answer is yes.

I believe she does.

Just give me the password.

Well, I-I did see him sign
into his e-mail once.

His password is "I went to Harvard"?

Yeah. All caps.

Excellent. (chuckles softly)

Once Chanel is dead,
we'll pick off the rest

of the Chanels one-by-one,

starting with that bitch Number Three.

I mean, that earmuff thing

is so obnoxious.

It's not even cold out!

I'm not killing Chanel #3.

Oh, yes, you are.

I'll turn you in if you don't,
and I'll be the last face

you see when you fry
in the electric chair.

That is a solemn promise.

I want to cancel my subscription.

No. Do not put me on hold.
Do not... Hello?

Damn it!

(woman moaning over computer)

Excuse me, Dr. Holt.

What?

You seem a little harried.

Yeah, I am harried.

My cable package is messed up.

I tried to watch TV last night,
and every single channel,

24/7, is Major League Soccer.

And I can't even use my
computer anymore, look.

10,000 pop-up ads for male enhancement.

Did you, uh, handcuff
yourself to that desk?

Yes.

As a matter of fact, I did.

Well, I just came in to let you know

Dean Munsch has been looking for you.

MUNSCH: Oh, and I believe here he is.

Dr. Holt, this is Slade Hornborn.

He's doing the profile on you

for the Northeast Journal of Medicine.

Are you handcuffed to that desk?

BROCK: I am. You know what they say

about surgeons: we're
slaves to our work.

I didn't know they said that.

WOMAN (over computer): Do you
ever wish you were bigger?

Try natural male enhan...

I'm Dr. Brock Holt.

I'm so sorry.

Where I'm from, that's
how we greet people

that we really admire.

And where is that?

Baltimore.

I'm from there, too.

It's an old Baltimorean custom.

Yeah. Now that the introductions

are out of the way,

why don't you give Mr. Hornborn here

an overview of the procedure

you're about to perform
on the polymelia.

We're not doing the procedure.

But you said you could do the surgery.

I said it's possible, and it is,

but not for this patient.

Her heart is too weak
to go through surgery.

Her blood work just came back.

She is C-stage heart failure.

Probably worn out from
all that extra work,

pumping blood to those four extra limbs

for the last 30 years.

Um... (clears throat)

we are gonna move forward
with the procedure.

No. Yes.

You said that the patient was
in C-stage heart failure.

That will kill her in five
years no matter what.

So we are going to perform
a heart transplant

along with removing the parasitic twin

and saving her life in the process.

It will go down as the
most spectacular surgery

in modern medical history.

Where are you gonna get a heart?

People sit on transplant
lists for years.

You just leave that to me.

Mr. Hornborn, why don't I show you

the rest of the facility.

Number Three.

Put this on.

Your boyfriend is being
poisoned by the Russians.

What?

That seems insane.

- I don't know any Russians.
- CASSIDY: Uh-huh.

That's probably what this guy said.

Victor Yushchenko, former
president of Ukraine.

He used to look like this.

Until he pushed for Ukraine's
membership into NATO,

and the KGB slipped
dioxin into his food.

Dioxin?

Tetrachlorodibenzodioxin, to be exact.

Um, it's a byproduct of
various industrial processes,

and an ingredient in Agent Orange

used during the Vietnam War.

What does this mean?

It means we need to
quarantine your boyfriend

and get you out of
this room immediately.

If the dose was as large

as I think it may have been,

you yourself risk poisoning.

I-I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not gonna leave my boyfriend's side.

You promised me that you
would find a cure for him,

and I expect you to make
good on your promise.

Until you do, I'm not leaving this room.

I guess this is what
true love looks like.

I just don't get it.

I mean, if she stays
in that room with him,

she puts her own health at risk.

I don't know who it helps
for her to die, too.

Maybe because you've never felt
the warm embrace of real love.

There's something I need to tell you.

I made a decision.

So have I.

Let's say them out
loud at the same time.

One...

two... three. I'm the Green
Meanie and I'm in love with you.

I know you're the Green Meanie,
and I'm in love with you.

And I've decided I'm not
I'm not going to kill you.

I'm gonna love and support
you unconditionally.

- I'm just gonna kill Chanel.
- Wait, what?

I'm in love with you.

No.

I heard that, which is great.

But I just wonder if you
could maybe not kill Chanel.

See, I get that, but...

I have to tell you, that's
kind of controlling.

I just want to help you
be a better person.

Namely, getting you to
stop murdering people.

I know I'm the last person to
help someone be a better person,

since I'm admittedly not a very
good or nice person myself,

but... I'm not a killer.

So I know I can at least
help you try to not be that.

How?

We're gonna start by distracting you

from thinking about murdering people

by figuring out how Mr. Benderhall

is getting poisoned.

(chuckles): Yes, Mom, I'm
working in a hospital.

Crazy, right?

Yeah, I'm a nurse.

Yeah, me, too.

I came to see someone about
my intestines thing,

and they just hired
me right on the spot.

I actually don't know what my salary is.

I haven't been paid yet, which is weird.

Oh, oh, and they made me a Chanel.

Yeah, I didn't know
what that meant either,

but I think it just means
being a bitch all the time.

(chuckles) Yeah.

Yeah.

(gasping)

(gasping)

HOFFEL: She's brain-dead.

Even a Republican legislature in Florida

would be cool with us pulling the plug.

Are you sure these organ
donor forms are legit?

The ink is smudging.

How fortuitous for us

that we needed a donor for
our surgery on Ms. Plaisance

and the Green Meanie
just decided to suddenly

start only mostly killing people.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, it's really remarkable.

Number Ten's heart

was completely undamaged by the attack,

and she is a perfect match.

Yeah, it makes you wonder what we did

to deserve such luck, right?

Although, wasn't it Hemingway who said,

"You make your own luck"?

(quiet thumping)

Dr. Holt, what are you doing?

I'm late for my rounds.

Whenever the med students on House

checked out a patient's life

to figure out what was wrong with them,

it always seemed more
dramatic and exciting.

I went by their house this morning

to do some investigating.

I took all these photos to see
if we could find any clues.

They're tidy people.

Were there any sex toys
in their nightstand?

I don't trust anyone who doesn't have

at least one sex toy
in their nightstand.

Mm. How do they pay

- for all this?
- Hmm. Good question.

Mm...

well, he's definitely the moneymaker.

Lawyer.

She's a receptionist
at Nice Guy Chemicals.

Nice Guy Chemicals?

It's odd, but with a name like that,

I feel like they must be doing good work

and not poisoning the environment.

They're best known for their
work with the Syrian army,

to create an organic, non-GMO TCDD.

What is that? Like, a food additive?

It's dioxin.

The stuff he's being poisoned with.

Shelly would have access to
as much of it as she wanted,

but she'd only need a little
bit to poison her boyfriend

and keep him sick all the time.

Why would she do that?

Munchausen syndrome by proxy.

It's when you make someone
sick so you can get sympathy

for taking care of them.

It's most common

in overly anxious or
unappreciated mothers.

They'll either lie about
their children being sick

or sometimes go as far as
to actually make them ill.

Why would I do that?

I love Thomas; he's my whole life.

For attention, for sympathy.

CASSIDY: Or maybe

you thought he was gonna leave you,

so you wanted to weaken him
enough to keep him around.

No, I love him. I would never
do anything to hurt him.

I'm sorry, but we're gonna have
to inform the authorities.

THOMAS: She isn't poisoning me.

I've been poisoning myself.

She is driving me insane.

I wasn't looking to get
serious with anybody, really.

But Shelly was just

so pushy and clingy,

and all of a sudden, she's
just moving in with me.

And organizing everything.

Every fork or thumbtack

or cotton ball!

You know, she won't let me

keep sex toys in the bedside table.

You can't trust someone who does that.

Why didn't you tell me any of this?

Because you're just

so fragile and weird,

and I just thought if I told you,

that you'd freak out.

So, I bought some
dioxin on the deep web,

and I just thought that
if I got really sick

and ugly that you would
just get turned off

and that you would leave,

but it just made you
be around even more.

And, doctors, please,

you have to help me.

I can't spend one more day with her.

Wow.

What?

I decided not to turn you in
because I believed in true love.

But now that I know that Mr.
Benderhall was living a lie,

I don't know what to believe.

Maybe I'll just have to turn you in.

Well, maybe I'll just have to kill you.

I need to talk to you.

Is that your blood? No.

Is it the blood of someone
who could be referred to

as a murder victim?

No. Last question:

Is it the blood of someone who
is vital to you performing

this very important surgery

that I am counting on you to perform?

No, it's the blood of a patient.

I was doing a simple knee replacement,

and my hand got all cuckoo

and stabbed the patient
in the femoral artery.

Luckily, I got control long
enough to stop the bleeding,

but I can't perform
this complex operation

that you want me to perform
on Anna Plaisance.

I can't. I don't understand.

You've had this hand for years.

Why now, all of a sudden,
is it acting up?

Because I'm exhausted from
the pressure of having to do

the most complex operation in
the history of modern medicine!

Now, if you'll just cancel the surgery,

I can get back to spending time
trying to control my hand.

I'm not canceling anything.

See, the way I see it, you
really only have three options.

One, perform the surgery.

Screw it up, and you'll never
be allowed in the O.R. again.

Or you can decide not to do the surgery;

at which point, I will fire you

and share with the world why.

And you will never be
allowed in the O.R. again.

Or you can grow a pair

and be the brilliant surgeon
I am paying you to be,

and show the world that this
hospital lives up to its motto,

"Curing the incurable,"

and become a legend in your own time.

I know why you're doing this.

You're trying to get back at me.

You're jealous because I
picked Chanel over you.

That is absolutely correct.

(chuckles)

Because if you were screwing me,

in a way that a woman
like myself requires

in her voracious juicy
dotage, then you wouldn't

find yourself in this predicament.

But you're not,

so I am screwing you.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, screw this.

I'm the greatest surgeon
that ever lived.

I can do this surgery with one
hand tied behind my back.

In fact...

that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Deal.

Deal.

♪ ♪

Why is your chief surgeon
restricting his right hand?

MUNSCH: To prove to you how incredible

he and this hospital are,

he is doing this entire surgery

with literally one hand

tied behind his back.

Heck of a story.

All right, let's begin.

Scalpel.

(whirring)

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(monitor continues beeping steadily)

All right, I'm opening the chest

and exposing the mediastinum.

I'm opening the pericardium.

Dissecting the great vessels.

All right, hook up the
cardiopulmonary bypass.

Okay?

Mm-hmm.

(grunts) Okay, let's go.

That donor heart's gonna be useless

if we don't get blood flow to it soon.

What's the delay in there?

He is pausing for dramatic effect.

Maybe it would be
easier if he, you know,

used both hands.

Maybe it'd be easier if you
shut your damn pie hole!

Come on, Brock, you got this.

I can't. I can't do this.

Get my mask. The hand is out of control.

Have Cassidy finish.

No! This is your moment.

I can't. Too much pressure.

You can do this if you let me help you.

You have to finally open up to me.

You have to tell me
things about your life.

Tell me something that's
always helped you calm down,

like, from when you were a kid.

It's okay, you can

be vulnerable with me.

I'm not gonna judge you, I promise.

We have about three minutes
until that heart tissue dies.

Brock, come on.

Well, there was this song
my au pair sang to me

when I was a kid.

She sang it to me when
she put me to bed,

and it always calmed me
down and helped me sleep.

Okay, what's the song?

The Chanels and I will sing it to you.

"99 Red Balloons."

That song came out in 1983,

which would mean you would

probably be about 20.

Why did you have an au pair?!

Hey, guys, the heart?

♪ You and I in a little toy shop ♪

♪ Buy a bag of balloons
with the money we've got ♪

CHANELS: ♪ Set them free ♪

♪ At the break of dawn ♪

(fading, echoing): ♪ Till one by one ♪

♪ They were gone... ♪

♪ 99 dreams I have had ♪

♪ Every one a red balloon ♪

♪ It's all over and
I'm standing pretty ♪

♪ In this dust that was a city ♪

♪ If I could find a souvenir ♪

♪ Just to prove the world was here ♪

♪ And here is a red balloon ♪

♪ I think of you and let it go. ♪

(monitor flatlining)

(monitor beeping steadily)

- BROCK: Yes!
- (Chanel shrieks)

(shrieking)

♪ 99 red balloons, 99
red balloons go by. ♪

Great!

It turns out the skin
growths on your face

are what saved your life.

Stem cells in the skin formed new tissue

called harmatomas,
expressing high levels

of dioxin-metabolizing enzymes,

isolating the dioxin away
from your vital organs.

Now, I'm gonna put you
on an anti-obesity drug

called orlistat.

It should help to pull the
dioxin out of your tissues,

and allow you to excrete it harmlessly.

Thanks, Dr. Cascade.

I'm just curious.

What's going to happen with
you and your girlfriend?

Uh, we got in a huge fight. We broke up.

But considering that I
was poisoning myself

to get rid of her, it's
probably for the best.

Right? Yeah.

But, um, I got to be honest.

It was nice that she liked me so much.

Can we talk?

Look, I feel bad about
how we left things.

You mean by saying you were
probably going to kill me?

Yeah. See, I-I got a little upset.

But I want to make it
up to you with a gift.

I promise not to murder you or Chanel.

So if either of you end up dying,

just know it wasn't me.

Wait.

I mean, thanks, but I'm confused.

If you don't kill me
or Chanel, who would?

I can't tell you that.

But I can tell you that
I'm not the only killer.

Wait, what?

Why can't you tell me?

I have my reasons.

(sighs)

I promise to do everything I can...

to make sure that
this all ends up okay.

SLADE: Arthur, it's Slade. Listen.

Something very weird is going
on at the C.U.R.E. Institute.

I've seen more ethics
violations in the last two days

than I've seen in my entire career.

They've got first-year medical students

acting as attending physicians

and assisting on major surgeries.

And I'm pretty sure I
just saw Hester Ulrich.

Yeah, from the Netflix documentary.

I think she works at the hospital.

The head nurse is
obviously a drug addict,

and Cathy Munsch keeps
insisting she's a doctor.

You have to come down here.

Yeah.

I think we're in the middle of a
major medical ethics scandal.

I have photos and everything.
I'll send them to you as soon...

Good work on that surgery.

Thanks.

Ms. Plaisance is doing great.

I brought you a present.

Thank you. I didn't get you anything.

Aw, no. Okay.

It's one of the hands you
removed from Ms. Plaisance.

From the size and structure of
it and the other extremities,

it appears that her twin was male.

I'd say that hand looks pretty
close in size to yours.

I've been studying your
hand transplant surgery

and practicing all week.

If you would let me, I'd love to try

and replace your killer hand
with this totally innocent one.

You'd do that for me?

You've been sort of a mentor
and big brother to me.

And besides, I'm trying to get
on Chanel #3's good side,

so preventing you from
killing her friend

seems like a pretty winning plan.

Okay.

Let's do this.

♪ ♪

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