(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(EKG beeping)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
- We've negotiated the outer epidermis
and the subcutaneous fat layer.
Notice that the incision runs parallel to the muscle cells.
This is to ensure proper healing.
Continuing with a lateral incision across the myocardium
we expose the chordinae tendinae.
As you can see, premature ventricular contraction has set in.
And is followed by full cardiac arrest.
Respiration has bottomed out.
All brain function has ceased.
The patient...
has expired.
You win some, you lose some.
And now, ladies and gentlemen
you are about to experience
the cutting edge of medicine.
(tool whirring)
Let's open this baby up and see what it'll do.
(tool whirring continues)
(Giggles giggling)
- [Man 1] What is it, doc?
- [Doctor] It's patient 193.
- Shit, that's Dr. Giggles.
- Who? - It's his nickname.
Nobody knows his real ID.
Highly delusional, acute schizophrenic with an IQ somewhere
in the stratosphere.
We're talking prodigy.
He thinks he's a...
(ominous orchestral music)
doctor.
- Jesus, what the hell.
(suspenseful orchestral music) (footsteps thudding)
- Mm, Dr. Philips.
Dr. Philips, this isn't really the place. (gasping)
(ominous orchestral music)
- He should have kept his hands to himself. (giggling)
(nurse screaming)
(nurse screaming over PA)
(Giggles giggling)
(people laughing)
- What the?
The patients.
He's released the patients.
(all laughing)
(feedback ringing)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Laughter is the best medicine.
(all laughing) (ominous orchestral music)
- Mmm. (laughing)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Aah! - Check-out time.
(man screams and gags)
(Giggles giggling)
(device beeps) (alarms blaring)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(upbeat rock music)
(bell ringing)
(students laughing and cheering)
(all chattering)
(Jen sighs)
- Hey, Jen.
(Jen chuckles)
Ask me why summer's off to a great start.
- Why is summer off to a great start?
- I called Johnson at lunch. I got a job.
Playing old favorites for the locals
at his restaurant every Wednesday.
- That's great, Max.
- I don't know, my math's pretty shitty
but I think that leaves us six nights of the week to engage
in unsafe practices.
- Heh. You wish.
- Why do I detect a disturbing lack of jubilation here?
I mean, maybe you haven't heard, but school's out, you know?
The central government's collapsed.
People are free.
- I— I just didn't get much sleep last night, that's all.
- Maybe it's time for the famous Max Anderson stress test.
(upbeat rock music continues)
- [Coreen] I hope you two can breathe through your ears.
- Yeah, as long as you don't plug them off.
- First time I've ever been accused of talking too much.
- So you guys know where to meet tonight?
- Eight o'clock, Breeder's Hill.
- A fitting name, don't you think?
- You know, we might be a little bit on the tardy side.
- (laughing) Yeah, we're going on a little expedition.
- Expedition? You guys bringing tents?
- No, these guys have a big surprise planned.
- Right. - Speaking of big surprises,
the twin peaks.
- Let's climb.
See you guys later.
- [Boy] Party down tonight.
(all chattering)
- [Coreen] Hi, guys.
- I better get going.
I gotta stop by Johnson's and fill out some stuff.
- Okay.
- You sure nothing's wrong?
- Yeah.
Pick me up at quarter to eight?
- Quarter to eight.
(all chattering)
- Look up for me.
Now, I want you to sit up straight.
How's your dad doing?
Give me a deep breath.
(Jen exhales deeply)
All right. Again.
(Jen exhales deeply)
Hmm.
- When will you know if you need to, you know.
- Replace the valve?
- Well, it's way too early to tell.
We'll have to wait and see what we get on the monitor
when you come back next week.
- Next week?
- Jennifer, don't forget that a mitral valve prolapse
is not that serious.
Even if we have to operate, we do them all the time.
- I'll try to remember that.
- It's more important that you remember
to avoid strenuous activity.
No coffee, no tea and especially no alcohol.
It's all in here.
Anne will show you how to put the monitor on.
I'll see you next week. (clicks tongue)
(suspenseful orchestral music) (birds squawking)
(tool pounding) (Giggles grunting)
(birds squawking)
(distant pounding)
(footsteps thudding)
(distant pounding)
(dog barks)
- Erica, what in the world's the matter with you?
- Oh. It's okay, Ms. Henderson.
- Hey, that's an odd-looking radio.
- It's— it's not really a radio.
- It isn't? Well, what is it then?
- I'm kind of in a hurry.
Can I talk to you later?
Okay?
Hmm.
(dog barks)
- Hi, Jennifer. - Hi, Billy.
(light orchestral music)
(light orchestral music continues)
(door clicking)
- Jen, honey, is that you?
(knife slicing)
(computer keys clacking)
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey. Hi, sport.
Come on in.
(sighs) I'm sorry I couldn't get to the doctor.
If I don't upload these figures by six o'clock,
I'm gonna be selling door-to-door.
So, what did Chamberlain say?
- Same thing he said last week, wait and see.
- Oh.
- Got a new fashion accessory.
- Whoa.
Yeah, well, that's a good color for you.
- (chuckling) Thanks. - Hey, at least school's out.
- (sighs) It might as well be fall.
I can't do anything.
- Yeah, I know.
But you have to take it easy, Jen,
or you're not gonna get any better.
I thought dinner was almost ready.
- You know what they say,
an apple a day keeps the doctor away.
- I know you're worried.
(light orchestral music)
Especially with what happened to your mother.
- It's not that, Daddy.
It's... it's her.
- Tamara?
Oh.
I think you're gonna get to like her.
I think it's gonna take some time.
(both laugh)
(ominous orchestral music)
(door creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(door opens) (footsteps thudding)
(light orchestral music)
- He's in the den.
(light orchestral music continues)
(knife cutting)
(light orchestral music continues)
(door knocking)
- Daddy, Daddy.
I wanna be a doctor just like you.
- You will someday.
I promise.
(both laugh)
(light orchestral music continues)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Yes, yes, I know.
First things first.
This town murdered you.
It's sick...
and must be cured.
(tires screeching) (heavy rock music)
- [Leigh] This is the surprise? - [Stu] Shut up.
- [Trotter] When are we opening the case?
- [Diane] Beer, right? - Whoo-hoo!
(laughs) All right.
♪ Town's got a doctor ♪
♪ And his name is Rendell ♪
♪ Stay away from his house ♪
♪ Because he's the doctor from hell ♪
♪ He chopped up his patients ♪
♪ Every last one ♪
♪ And he cut out their hearts purely for fun ♪
(door clicking)
- So just what is this big mystery?
- This big mystery?
Remember the facts of the case.
The citizens of Moorehigh surrounded the house, broke in
and they dragged the town doctor into the streets.
- And they stoned him to death, right?
- That's right.
And then they came in after his son, but he disappeared.
- Never found him.
- How did Evan get out of the house?
- The suspense is killing me.
- Well, some say Dr. Rendell cremated him.
- Some say he ate him. - Oh, sick.
- But I think Evan never left the house.
I think he's still here. Alive.
(floor creaking)
(footsteps thudding)
(wind howling)
That way.
(footsteps thudding)
- What is this?
Shit.
I don't believe this.
- This is where we start.
(knocking on wall)
- Stu, what are you doing?
- [Stu] He's in the walls.
- He's in the what?
- Secret passageways.
(Leigh scoffing)
Come on, guys. That's how he's managed to stay hidden for so long.
Duh.
Don't just stand there, start banging.
- (sighs) I'm not doing this.
- So, what exactly are we listening for?
- A hollow sound.
- Through your head.
- [Diane] A hollow sound.
- Where are you going?
(knocking on wall)
(door creaking)
- Hey.
(Stu chuckles)
(wind howling)
- How long are we gonna keep banging on the walls
before we give up this shit?
(door slamming)
- [Leigh] Stu.
Stu, what are you doing? Let us out of here!
(Stu and Diane laughing)
Stu, let me out.
- Are you sure they're gonna be all right?
- Sure, as long as they don't wake up Evan.
All they gotta worry about is what to do with each other.
(both laugh)
- Oh, fuck. (grunting)
Oh, I think it's dislocated.
- Oh, this is just great.
Real mature.
This was your idea, wasn't it?
- My idea? - Yeah, your idea.
You made up this whole bogus expedition just to get us alone
in the dark, right?
Well you aren't getting any, so you're wasting your time.
- That offends me.
- Oh, yeah? Then get me out of here.
Trotter, I'm telling you just get me out of here and
just get me out of here
and maybe you will get something.
(Trotter gasps)
- Whew.
(pounding on door)
(doors creaking)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(doors creaking)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(tools clinking)
- Get ready to take your medicine, Moorehigh.
The doctor is in. (giggles)
(Trotter grunts) (Giggles giggling)
(ominous orchestral music)
(distant thudding)
- That butthead. (sighs)
- What's he doing?
- He's just trying to make us nervous.
- [Leigh] He's doing a good job of it.
- Stu.
Stu, this is stupid. - I don't like this.
- Come on.
Don't you notice a classic Stu-ism when you hear one?
(Giggles giggling)
- That does not sound like Stu.
(ominous orchestral music) (floor creaking)
- Come on, who else could it be?
Stu.
(intense orchestral music)
Aah!
- Trotter, what's wrong?
What's wrong?
(Trotter groaning)
What happened?
Let me see.
(Trotter laughs)
That is not funny, you asshole.
That's not funny.
(Trotter laughing)
Get me out of here.
- I was just joking.
(needle stabbing) (Stu gasps)
- You're so full of shit.
(Trotter groans)
(Leigh gasps)
(Trotter groaning)
(body thuds)
Trotter! Trotter, get up! (gasps)
(ominous orchestral music)
- I'm not really seeing patients yet...
but I guess I can make an exception.
(ominous orchestral music) (Giggles giggling)
(Leigh screams)
(woman screams on TV)
(dog barking)
(grand orchestral music)
(dog whimpering)
(Leigh screaming in distance)
(dog whimpering)
- Hello?
Anyone in here?
Is anybody in there?
Well, I'm gonna call the police.
(Giggles giggling)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(Elaine screams) (dog barking)
- [Giggles] Hmm. (giggles)
(dog barking) (ominous orchestral music)
(all chattering) (upbeat music)
(engines revving)
(all chattering)
- [Boy] Way to chug, babe.
(Jen chuckles)
- I remember riding the Ferris wheel
when I was a little kid.
We'd stop at the top and I could see all the big kids
parked on the hill where we are now.
I wanted to be with the big kids so bad. (chuckles)
- Yeah, well, now you are with the big kids.
(glove compartment clicking)
- You know, Max, I'm really not that thirsty.
- Hey, what's thirst got to do with it?
- I just don't wanna drink right now, okay?
Come on, why do we have to get drunk to have fun?
- We don't have to get drunk, but it's a damn good start.
- Well, not for me.
- Hey.
Trouble in paradise?
(all chattering) (upbeat music)
(siren blares)
(♪ "The Party's Over" by Judy Garland ♪)
(all chattering)
- Jeez.
- Shit.
- Hey, the party's moving to the bash.
It's every man for himself.
- Most of you are probably too wet behind the ears
to remember this old chartbuster.
Judy Holliday made it famous way back in 1960
when I would have been just old enough to join you.
And it's called "The Party's Over." (laughs)
That's right, the party's over.
- [Boy] Good night, officer.
Asshole.
- Now, Officer Magruder is gonna wind up.
Anyone still on the premises
will be partying in beautiful,
recently repainted Moorehigh lockup.
- [Boy] Whoo-hoo!
- [Reitz] You mind if I turn this noise off now?
(Magruder laughs)
(Reitz sighs)
- [Reitz] You live for that shit, don't you?
(Magruder laughs)
- [Magruder] Ooh.
Magruder's raid on Breeder's Hill.
That's a Moorehigh tradition, son.
- [Reitz] You got any other traditions I should know about?
- [Dispatcher] Unit three, possible 3p-11 at 5714 Tivoli Court.
Please respond, code two.
- 10-4, station.
You're asking about Moorehigh traditions?
10-to-one Elaine Henderson called that in.
That crazy broad sees rapists in her hemorrhoid cream.
(engine starts)
(Elaine sighing)
(water running)
(dog barks)
- Oh.
Erica, when are you gonna figure out how
to use the doggy door?
Come on, come on.
And stop barking.
You're gonna lose your voice again.
(ominous orchestral music)
Get in bed, Erica.
The cops never come when you want them.
(Elaine sighs)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Elaine gasping)
(dog barking)
(Elaine grunting)
Operator, I need a doctor. (groaning)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(dog barking)
(Elaine screams)
- It's a good thing I make house calls.
(dog barking)
(Elaine gasping)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
These things happen when you neglect your regular checkups.
Now open wide and say, "Ah."
- Uh. Uh.
- No, "Ah."
- (screams) Ah!
- Mm-hm.
Let's have a look at that nose.
(Elaine gasping)
A good physician
always has the right instrument for the job.
Now, now.
This won't hurt a bit.
(Elaine gasping)
(Elaine screams)
Hmm. I think I found the problem.
(tires screech)
- [Reitz] So this is it.
Some of the guys back at the station warned me
about this place.
- Yeah? What did they say?
- [Reitz] They didn't get into much detail. (chuckles)
- Surprise is the kind of detail most people
around here rather forget.
- Well, I've always had a way of figuring things out by what people don't say.
(Magruder chuckles)
- [Magruder] I think that's called reading between the lines.
- Mm-hm.
(door banging)
(scoffs) So this guy was a doctor?
- Yeah, Evan Rendell.
He was the town doctor.
He offed seven of his patients.
Cut out their hearts while they were still alive.
- Shit.
What would make a guy crack like that?
- His wife took sick.
Heart problems.
He was trying to save her.
Somewhere along the line old doc
just suddenly threw a piston.
The sicker she got, the crazier he got.
One day, folks just started disappearing.
Seems he was trying to find his wife a new ticker.
(chuckles) Well, who knows, if they hadn't killed him
maybe he'd have pulled off the world's first heart transplant.
- Ahead of his time, but out of his mind.
- (sighs) It's ugly business clearing all that up.
(ominous orchestral music)
(door creaking)
(ironing board banging)
- Reitz. - It's nothing.
Didn't he have a son?
Wasn't his kid involved
in helping the father out or something?
- That's what they say.
- There was this big mystery.
How did the kid get out of the house?
- That's what they say.
- What do you say? - I don't say.
(dramatic orchestral music)
Mm-mm. I'm not going up that staircase,
not until I drop another 30 pounds
and that ain't gonna be for a long time.
- Do you smell that? - What?
- Smells like rubbing alcohol.
- No, I don't smell nothing.
Come on, I gotta make a pit stop.
(ominous orchestral music)
Hey.
Hey, come on, let's go.
(footsteps thudding)
(all chattering) (upbeat music)
- [Max] How serious is it?
- Well, the doctor says it isn't very serious at all.
But depending on what this piece of junk says
they might have to operate to fix the valve.
- Operate?
- Yeah.
They're telling me it's a routine operation.
- Why didn't you tell me about this before?
- I didn't want you to feel sorry for me.
- Shit, Jen, you know, I'm your boyfriend.
We're supposed to face things like this together.
Remember, you and me?
I love you.
- There's something else.
It's about my mom.
I never told you the way she died.
She went into the hospital for a routine operation.
I never saw her again.
- Jen, I'm sorry.
- I had nightmares for the longest time
and after a while, they went away.
But now they're back.
- Okay, folks, exit to the right.
Watch your step.
- Listen to me, some hero, huh?
My mom died and all I talk about is stupid nightmares.
I don't give a shit about anyone but myself.
- That's not true.
- My dad's trying to get on with his life
and all I do is bitch and moan. (sighs)
I'm sorry, Max.
I gotta be alone tonight.
(upbeat rock music)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(door clicking)
(Tamara moans)
- [Tamara] Don't stop.
Yeah.
(Tamara moaning)
Oh, baby.
You are king.
You are king! (moaning)
(water splashing)
- Sorry, guys.
Guess I'm destined to screw up everyone's night.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music)
(vehicle approaches) (upbeat rock music)
- [Stu] Hey, wait up.
(Stu chuckles)
(Diane squeals)
(video game dinging and beeping)
(door clicking)
(video game dinging and beeping continues)
(Stu humming)
(Diane chuckles)
- Swiped it from my mom's suitcase before she
and Dad left for vacation.
- You expect me to wear this?
- Look, right now, my mom's probably pretty pissed off,
not to mention my dad.
Don't let their pain be in vain.
- Okay.
But if I'm dressing up...
so are you.
- Where did you get this?
- They passed them out in gym class.
- I must have skipped.
Guess I'll go and powder up.
(video game dinging and beeping)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
Shit.
(ominous orchestral music continues)
- (sighs) Ready.
- [Stu] I'm coming, I'm coming.
- Could it possibly be any colder in here?
(ominous orchestral music continues)
65?
These people are Eskimos.
(floor creaking)
(intense music) (Diane gasps)
- Shh-shh-Shh.
You'll catch your death of cold running around like this.
I think we should take your temperature.
Now, don't make a sound.
There's a good girl.
Tongue up.
(Diane whimpering)
Lucky for you, I've discovered the only known cure for the common cold.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Diane screams)
Leave it in for at least a minute.
(water splashing)
- Maybe she won't notice.
(hands slapping)
(Stu sniffing)
Ready or not, here I come.
(door clicking)
You know...
ever since I found my mom's Victoria's Secrets catalog
I have been dying for this.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- I hope you have protection.
(Stu screaming)
(scalpel stabbing)
(faint screaming) (video game bleeping)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
Hmm.
(video game bleeping)
(ominous orchestral music)
Terminal.
(door clicking)
(ominous orchestral music)
(light orchestral music)
(light orchestral music continues)
(album thuds)
(door clicking)
(ominous orchestral music)
(door slamming)
- Oh, Jennifer's home.
- No.
- No, I just wanna see if she's okay.
- She's never okay.
- Come on, she needs time to adjust.
I mean, the girl is sick.
She just lost her mother, for God's sake.
- You just lost your wife, you've adjusted.
- I'll be right back.
(Tamara sighs)
Hey, Jen.
(door knocking)
(ominous orchestral music)
What the...
Jennifer?
(ominous orchestral music continues)
- What's the matter? - Oh.
- Sorry. - Jennifer was here.
We have to go look for her.
- Look for her where?
- I don't know.
The— the fair. Something is wrong.
I found her heart monitor, she'd been drinking.
- Right where she wanted you to find it.
- What are you talking about?
- She's trying to tear us apart.
Don't you see that?
- All I can see is that my daughter is sick
and that she might be in trouble.
So are you coming or not?
- No.
I'm not.
- If Jennifer comes back, you tell her to stay here.
(door closes)
- Unbelievable.
(engine revving)
(dog barking)
(all chattering) (upbeat music)
- Hey, Max.
Where's Jennifer?
- I don't know, we got separated.
- So you hear about that top-secret bash going on over in the main building?
We were just gonna crash it.
Do you wanna come?
- Sure. Why the hell not?
(Tamara sniffling)
(Tamara grunts)
(Tamara crying)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Tamara screams)
(muffled grunting)
- (clicking tongue) All that fat.
All that sugar.
We've got to start taking better care of ourselves.
Remember, we are what we eat.
But not to worry.
We'll get it out of your system.
(Giggles giggling)
They have a saying.
(tool whirring)
What goes down
must come up.
(Tamara screaming)
(muffled grunting)
(tool whirring) (Tamara gagging)
I know, I know.
It sucks.
(tool whirring) (muffled screams)
(upbeat rock music)
- First of all, you gotta use the right fingerings.
There.
Okay, now, you just gotta
blow the thing right there.
♪ I'm going home ♪
♪ I've been gone much too long ♪
♪ She said she missed me ♪
♪ Since I've been gone ♪
♪ I'll be back soon ♪
♪ Ain't no doubt ♪
(note blows) (Coreen laughing)
- You just can't blow it like that.
- Why not?
- Oh, you gotta use the right embouchure.
- What's that?
- It's the way you place your, uh, lips.
- I've never had a problem with my lips before.
Maybe you better show me what I'm doing wrong.
(blues rock music)
(light orchestral music)
(light orchestral music continues)
- Heart problems.
Heart.
(light orchestral music)
- It's your heart.
Just a broken heart. (sobbing)
(dad laughing)
(both laughing)
- Ooh.
(Giggles giggling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
Just like Mother.
No.
Moorehigh can wait.
I wanna make you proud.
I want to carry on your work.
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
(upbeat music) (all chattering)
(riders squealing)
(upbeat music continues)
- Looking for someone? - Uh, yeah, Max.
- I think I can help you.
(both moaning)
(upbeat rock music)
- I guess I should thank you, Max.
- [Max] Jen?
Fuck.
- At least now I know which one of us is really sick.
(chair scraping)
(riders squealing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
- Jen!
(upbeat music)
(mysterious orchestral music)
(mysterious orchestral music continues)
Jen.
Jennifer come out, I saw you come in here.
Just let me talk to you.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Leave me alone.
- Jennifer.
(Jen crying)
- You broke my heart, Max.
And some things just can't be fixed.
- Jennifer, wait!
- Max.
(mirror thudding)
Oh, shit.
Oh.
This is just choice.
Now I'm bleeding.
(ominous orchestral music)
- Have an accident?
Probably just needs a Band-Aid.
(Giggles giggling)
(Coreen gasps)
- Max?
(ominous orchestral music continues)
Max.
Max, if you're screwing around,
this is a really stupid time.
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(door clicking and whirs)
Max?
(door whirring)
(Jen gasping)
(ominous orchestral music)
- Don't worry.
It's ouchless.
(Jen gasping)
(Jen screams)
(glass shattering)
(Jen grunts)
Trust me.
(Giggles giggling)
I'm a doctor.
(Jen panting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Whoa! - What happened? What's the matter?
- It's Coreen. - What?
(Giggles giggling)
Jennifer, get out!
Run!
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Jen grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Jen screams)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Jen sobbing)
- Are you feeling any discomfort?
- No!
(rock thuds) (Giggles grunts)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Oh.
- Help!
Ms. Henderson, help me! (breathing heavily)
(tires screeching)
(Jen grunts)
(ominous orchestral music)
- What in the hell are you doing?
- He's trying to kill me.
- Who? - A doctor.
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Max] Chief, I'm telling you, there was someone after her.
- [Chief] I know, I know, a doctor.
Look, there's only one doctor in this town and I've known him since he was your age.
- He looked like a doctor, I don't know what he was.
Maybe he just thinks he's a doctor.
Maybe he's always wanted to be a doctor
and never got the chance.
- How's that?
- I know this is gonna sound crazy
but has anyone here considered
this guy might be Dr. Rendell's son?
- Not anyone who is serious about keeping his job.
Charlie.
Look, why don't you go back and take 10?
I'll call you when your parents get here.
- [Charlie] Come on, buddy.
- Promise me you'll look after her.
- I don't have to promise you doodly squat.
Have we heard back from the fair yet?
- Bill found the broken glass, no dead girl.
- I don't doubt it, Chief.
(chuckles) Did you get a whiff for those kids?
If you ask me, they were having too much fun in the fun house.
- Come on, you're saying they both imagined it?
- [Chamberlain] I finished checking on her.
- How is she?
- She's stable, but I wanna take her to the office,
put her on the EKG.
- Sure thing.
Oh, and if you see any
of your fellow marauding doctors out there
you'll let us know.
- [Reitz] Why the EKG?
- She has a heart condition.
Could become serious.
- Dr. Rendell's wife died of a heart problem.
- So did my mama, my daddy, my grandma and grandpa.
- [Chief] How the hell did we get back into Dr. Rendell again?
- Hold it in, Chief.
My new partner here just got a little bump on the head.
- That has nothing to do with it and you know it.
- Nor does Dr. Rendell.
- [Chief] That's enough.
- Look, Chief— - I said that's enough
or you'll be handing out parking tickets with old Annie.
Listen, these kids are pulling your chain.
Relax.
Oh, why don't you go and see
if you can catch the girl's father?
I'll call and leave a message in case he beats you there.
- Sure thing, Chief. - Reitz, station duty.
And next time, wear your seat belt a little tighter.
- Magruder.
Magruder.
You did smell something in the Rendell house, didn't you?
- I didn't smell nothing.
- You saw that girl.
She was fucking scared to death.
- [Magruder] That little girl probably
just had too much to drink.
It happens to the best of us.
- And what about the boy, huh? Did he have too much to drink?
- Let go of me. - Not until you level with me.
- I'm going to level you if you don't let go.
- Do what you feel, but it might be easier
to just tell me what the fuck you're hiding.
Is it Rendell's son?
- I'm sorry.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Magruder sighs)
(dramatic orchestral music continues)
I haven't opened this bottle for 35 years.
I haven't had a drink in all that time either.
- How come?
(Magruder sighs)
I'm your partner, man.
Tell me.
- It was 1957.
The night after they found all the bodies.
All the other officers were gone.
The mob had already offed Dr. Rendell
but the search was still on for Evan Jr.
We'd moved all of Rendell's victims out of the house
and I was left alone to watch over the bodies.
I don't need to tell you, I was plenty spooked.
Thank God for Mr. Moon Glo.
(boy giggling)
It was around midnight when I heard it.
(boy giggling continues)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Giggles giggling)
Who's in here?
(Giggles giggling)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Giggles giggling)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Magruder sighs)
(ominous orchestral music)
(Magruder grunts)
(Magruder breathing heavily)
(Giggles gasping)
And I watched him come out.
It was like he was being born again.
That was how Dr. Rendell got his son out of the house.
He'd sewn him up in what was left of his wife's corpse.
- Ahh.
(Giggles giggling)
- And when I came to, little Evan was gone.
Everything's clean.
It was like it never happened.
Evan's mom was even sewed back up.
- Jesus, this is a major league fucked-up town.
Why haven't you told anyone?
- Who'd believe a 20-year-old kid under too much pressure
and too much Moon Glo?
Our town has a doctor
and his name is Rendell.
Stay away from his house, he's a doctor from hell.
Chopped up his patients, every last one.
And cut out their hearts purely for fun.
So if you're from Moorehigh And you should get sick
then fall on your knees and pray you die quick.
Don't go chasing nursery rhymes, Reitz.
(locker thudding)
(phone rings)
(phone beeps)
- [Tom] Hi, you've reached the Campbell residence.
Neither I— - [Jen] Or Jennifer.
- [Tom] can come to the phone right now.
Please leave a message
and we'll call you right back.
- [Both] Bye-bye.
(answering machine beeping)
- [Chief] Hello, Mr. Campbell?
This is Chief Harper at the Moorehigh Station
on West Street.
Would you please call me concerning your daughter?
She's safe here with us, not in any trouble.
I'm at 555-9122, extension three.
Thanks.
(phone beeps)
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(door opens)
- Jennifer?
Jen?
(ominous orchestral music continues)
Tamara?
Now where the hell did you go?
(answering machine beeps)
- [Chief] Hello, Mr. Campbell?
This is Sheriff Harper at the Moorehigh Station
on West Street.
Please call me when you get in concerning your daughter.
She's safe here with us.
She's not in any trouble.
I'm at 555-9122, extension three.
Thanks.
(phone beeps)
- [Giggles] Hello, this is your new doctor
and I'm standing right behind you.
- Now, what the hell is that?
(answering machine beeping)
(tool whirring)
(Tom screams)
- If you think that's bad, wait till you get my bill.
(Giggles giggling)
(tool whirring)
(door knocking)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Mr. Campbell?
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
Mr. Campbell?
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(gun cocks)
(gasping) Mother of God.
(Magruder screams)
(suspenseful orchestral music) Oh, my God.
(Giggles giggling)
(Magruder gagging)
You owe me 35 years of sleep.
You sick son of a bitch.
(gun firing) (Magruder gasps)
(Giggles groans and grunts)
(dramatic orchestral music)
(Giggles groaning)
(Giggles crying)
(Giggles giggling)
- This is gonna take about 40 minutes.
You try to relax.
I'll be right in the next room, okay?
(EKG beeping)
- [Woman] Unit 13.
- Is Jennifer okay? - Yeah, she's with the doctor.
- The doctor? - Dr. Chamberlain, the girl's okay.
- You believe us, don't you?
- Why you grabbing me?
- Don't you?
- Let's just say I'm getting there. Grab a seat.
- What are you doing?
- Chasing nursery rhymes.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(machine beeping)
- [Giggles] Scalpel.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Giggles whimpering)
(Giggles giggling)
(EKG beeping rapidly)
(Giggles giggling)
Oooh.
Oh.
That's smarts.
Oh.
Retractor.
Suction.
(air hissing)
(Giggles giggling)
(Giggles groaning)
(EKG beeping rapidly)
Forceps. (groaning)
(Giggles giggling)
Prepare to close.
(Giggles giggling and groaning)
Physician, heal thyself.
- Just how long are you gonna sit there?
- As long as it takes.
We're scanning every felony in a radius of...
Why the fuck am I telling you? Tss.
- This guy's out there, Reitz, I saw him.
He's out there.
(computer beeps)
(mysterious orchestral music)
- You may be right.
Tarawood.
(keys clacking)
Escaped from Tarawood State Hospital two weeks ago.
A 42-year old male schizophrenic.
Killed three hospital personnel.
ID unknown, orphaned at age seven.
He's 40. That means born in 1952
and orphaned in 1959.
- What does all this mean?
- I doubt I could convince anyone else,
but I'm taking another look at that Rendell house.
- I'm going. - Like hell you are.
Sit down and wait for your parents.
- Like hell I'm not.
- Hello.
Is this Chief Harper?
This is Joe Campbell, Jennifer's father.
I see.
I'm on my way.
(EKG beeping steadily)
(EKG flat-lining)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Dr. Chamberlain.
Dr. Chamberlain!
- You're supposed to be relaxing.
- The machine.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Jen breathing heavily)
- I'm sorry, Jennifer.
I'm afraid we have to go in. (grunting)
- Dr. Chamberlain, what are you doing?
- Don't worry, Jennifer.
It's just a routine operation.
(Jen screaming)
(Giggles giggling) (heart beating loudly)
- Jennifer, Jennifer.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's Dr. Chamberlain.
You're in my office, everything's fine, you had a nightmare.
Come on, sit up.
Take a deep breath.
You all right?
Let me just check the readout, okay?
(machine beeping steadily)
Well, up until just now, things looked pretty good.
Wave patterns seem to be just about where they should be.
I think you're gonna be fine.
(scissors stabbing) (Chamberlain grunts)
- If I were you, I'd get a second opinion.
(Jen screams)
(machine beeping rapidly)
Well, here we are.
(Giggles giggling)
(Chamberlain grunts)
Jennifer.
My problem is...
(Jen sobs)
I care too much.
(Giggles groans)
(Giggles groaning)
- This isn't happening.
(Giggles grunting)
(Chamberlain grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- That is very unprofessional of you, doctor.
- Stay away from her.
- Still, I'm not above showing
a little professional courtesy.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
How about a free examination?
(both grunting)
Shh.
(Jen shrieks)
(Chamberlain screams)
(grunts) Reflexes seem normal.
Let's check the blood pressure.
(Giggles giggling)
- [Jen] Oh!
- Now... relax and breathe normally.
(air hissing)
(Jen sobbing)
I'm afraid the news is bad.
I give you six seconds to live.
Any last words, Doctor?
(Chamberlain gasping)
(air hissing)
(Jen sobbing)
Either you're dead or my watch has stopped.
(Jen screams)
Lights out.
Doctor's orders.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Hmm.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(keys jingling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Reitz] Oh, shit.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(phone beeping)
(intense orchestral music)
- Doctor.
- I'm calling the hospital now.
- No, no, no.
A doctor...
did...
this.
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(Jen gasps)
- And how are we feeling?
Just relax.
It'll all be over before you know it.
- No.
- No need to be shy around me, young lady.
Oh, sorry.
These things get cold.
(Giggles exhales)
(dramatic orchestral music)
It's broken, all right.
(tires screeching)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(door creaking)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(door creaking)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(light squeaking)
(machine beeping)
Never a nurse around when you need one.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Jen crying)
Too small.
(heart thuds)
Too big.
(heart thuds)
Hmm.
Just right.
(door creaking)
- Shit.
(ominous orchestral music)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
(Reitz retching)
(Reitz panting)
- My father finished this after my mother died.
He never got to use it.
It was too late.
You'll be the first, Jennifer.
(ominous orchestral music)
(Jen crying)
(Reitz breathing heavily)
(Reitz gasps)
(ominous orchestral music continues)
You see, Jennifer...
before we can replace the broken heart...
we have to stop it from beating.
Plain and simple.
(electricity crackling)
(Jen crying)
(Giggles grunting)
There will be no medication,
just a single jolt of electricity.
It's a necessary step.
I promise. (Jen gasping)
You may be having second thoughts...
but when you wake up...
you'll have a change of heart.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Jen screaming)
(electricity crackling)
(EKG flat-lining)
(electricity crackling)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Don't move.
- I don't believe you had an appointment.
- Get the fuck away from her.
- Have a heart.
- Ah!
Shit.
(electricity crackling)
(Reitz gasping)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
One, two.
(Giggles panting)
(Giggles inhales and exhales sharply)
- Time to do what doctors do best.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Four, five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, eleven, twelve.
(EKG beeping)
(Jen coughing)
- Help.
- Shh.
I'm Officer Reitz, okay?
Listen to me.
I'm going to get you out of here but first, I'm gonna make sure it's clear.
Now, I need your help, kid.
I need you to be quiet and don't move.
I'll be right back.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Jen coughs)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Jen grunts)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(door clicking)
- Officer Reitz.
- Stay there, okay? Don't move.
- [Max] Jen. - Jeez.
What the fuck are you doing here?
- It's all right.
I'm sorry.
- Look, we don't have no time for this shit.
Come on.
- Let's go.
I got you.
- What happened here? - Just move.
(chair clunking)
Keep moving.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Don't look, Jen.
Just shut your eyes, okay?
Just shut your eyes.
Jen, are you okay?
- Shit.
- Get up, come on.
(Max grunts)
I'm getting you out of here, Jen, okay?
Getting you out of here.
- Cover your eyes.
- Max.
- Visiting hours are over. - Ah!
(both grunting)
(objects clattering)
(both grunting)
(Giggles grunting)
(gun firing)
(Reitz grunting)
(glass shattering)
- Should have used an eight iron.
(gun clicking)
- [Jen] Ah!
- You know what happens when children play with guns?
(Reitz gasping)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- No!
(gun firing)
- Over here, motherfucker.
(gun firing)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- Come on, Max.
Max.
(Man grunting)
Max, come on.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(objects clattering)
- This is going to hurt you more than it hurts me.
(objects clattering) (glass shattering)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(both screaming)
(stairs crashing)
(objects clattering)
(glass breaks)
(gun firing)
(Reitz grunting)
(electricity crackling)
(Reitz grunting)
(gun clicking)
(both grunting)
I haven't discharged you.
(both grunting)
- Max?
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
- We can still make it.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(both grunting)
(Giggles gagging)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(both grunting)
- Don't make me laugh.
(tool whirring)
(Reitz screams)
- Grab my hand.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Jen grunting)
- [Jen] I can't hold on.
(Jen screaming)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(Jen grunts)
- I've never lost a patient, Jennifer.
(Giggles grunts)
(Giggles giggling)
(Jen grunting)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
Jennifer!
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Giggles giggling)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Giggles giggling)
(explosion booming)
(Jen screams)
(dramatic orchestral music) (explosion booming)
(people screaming)
(explosion booming)
(Jen coughing)
- [Jen] I can't breathe, Max.
(both coughing)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- [Woman] Dr. Alfred and Dr. Jones, to OR stat.
- [Man] The strain was too much on the valve.
We're gonna have to replace it now.
Administer pre-surgical meds
and have an OR ready immediately.
(machine clicking)
- Okay, Jennifer.
Scoot over, please.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(machine beeping steadily)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(nurse gasping)
- Oh, my God.
(nurse grunting)
- Okay, honey.
Here we go.
(dramatic orchestral music)
(air hissing)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
Now, I want you to count backwards,
slowly from 100.
- [Jen] 100, 99, 98,
97, 96.
(clattering)
- Who the hell are you?
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- I'm her doctor.
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Jen grunts)
- What in God's name are those?
- Just a little something I threw together.
Of course, they haven't been tested yet.
(metal clanging)
(Giggles giggling)
(Jen sobs)
(Jen grunts)
(metal clattering)
- You were dead.
- I'm not that good a doctor.
Jennifer, there's still time.
(Jen gasping)
Let's pick up where we left off.
(Giggles giggling)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(lock clicking)
(door handle rattling)
(door banging) (Jen gasping)
(Giggles grunting)
(glass shattering)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
Is it my bedside manners?
(Jen grunts) (glass shattering)
Jennifer, it's time to take your medicine.
- Try some of your own medicine.
(electricity crackling) (Giggles groaning)
(Giggles giggling) (electricity crackling)
(metal clanging)
(Giggles gasping)
(body thudding)
(suspenseful orchestral music)
(suspenseful orchestral music continues)
(Giggles grunting) (Jen gasping)
(Giggles groaning)
- I don't feel well.
(suspenseful orchestral music)
- Take two and call me in the morning.
(Giggles gasping)
(Giggles groaning)
(dramatic orchestral music)
- Is there a...
doctor in the house?
(Giggles groans)
(body thudding)
(Jen crying)
(soft music)
(EKG beeping steadily)
- [Tom] Hey, sport.
- [Jen] Hi, Daddy.
(soft music continues)
- (sighs) How you feeling?
- Feeling okay.
- Heck of a way to start off the summer, huh?
(Jen chuckles)
(soft music continues)
(EKG beeping faster)
(upbeat rock music)
♪ Oh yes ♪
♪ Hot summer night, fell like a net ♪
♪ I've gotta find my baby yet ♪
♪ I need you to soothe my head ♪
♪ And turn my blues on to red ♪
♪ Doctor Doctor, gimme the news ♪
♪ I got a bad case of lovin' you ♪
♪ No pill's gonna cure my ill ♪
♪ I got a bad case of lovin' you ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ A pretty face don't make no pretty heart ♪
♪ I learned that buddy from the start ♪
♪ You think I'm cute, a little bit shy ♪
♪ Mama, I ain't that kind of guy ♪
♪ Doctor Doctor, gimme the news ♪
♪ I got a bad case of lovin' you ♪
♪ No pill's gonna cure my ill ♪
♪ I got a bad case of lovin' you ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I know you like it, you like it on top ♪
♪ Tell me mamma, are you gonna stop ♪
♪ You had me down 21 to zip ♪
♪ Smile of Judas get me on the lips ♪
♪ Shake my fist, knock on wood ♪
♪ I got it bad, and I got it good ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Doctor Doctor, won't you gimme the news ♪
♪ I got a bad case of lovin' you ♪
♪ No pill's gonna cure my ill ♪
♪ I got a bad case of lovin' you ♪
♪ Oooh ♪
♪ Doctor ♪