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(light somber music)
- [Ocean] Get the fuck off me!
Seriously, shove me one more time,
see what happens!
(door creaks open)
(loud pushed footstep)
(door creaks closed)
(chair bangs)
- Take a seat.
- Here's my counter-offer:
go fuck yourself.
- (scoffs) Please.
Take a seat.
We have a lengthy
interview here ahead of us,
you might as well be comfortable.
- Yeah,
'cause it'd really suck
if the woman you handcuffed and
kidnapped was uncomfortable!
A fucking scandal.
- I will give you one of those
little comment cards at the end.
You could fill--
- Shove it up your ass?
- I prefer our relationship
stay strictly professional.
- (scoffs)
- Just take a seat.
Please.
- (sighs)
(chair drags)
(recorder dings)
- May first.
Special Agent William Baker interviewing
Ocean Moonwillow.
Is that right?
Parents were hippies?
- No, republicans.
- (scoffs) So, Ocean...
What were you doing
on April 26 at about 2:15 a.m?
- I was at work.
- Doing?
- Probably in the supply closet,
fucking the super-hot
new attending that's--
- If you're honest
this will be better for you.
- (scoffs) Fuck off.
This is all bullshit!
And where's my phone call?
Hmm?
My lawyer?
All that Miranda Rights cop bullshit?
- I'm not a cop.
I'm Department of Homeland Security,
and you're not gettin' a call or a lawyer.
This is an off-the-books black site.
It doesn't exist!
Which means as long as you're here,
neither do you.
Do ya understand?
Good.
Now,
what were you doing in the
early morning of April 26th?
You were at work,
and something
unusual happened.
Right?
- (sighs) Yeah.
I guess you could say that.
(light music)
(monitors beeping)
- Oh God,
I swear the guy in 102 his (shudders)
his cysts have cysts.
Hey Ocean,
so are you gonna move
in on the new attending,
or is he up for grabs?
(chuckles) Hey.
(snaps fingers)
Earth to Ocean.
- Shit (laughs).
Sorry.
- That's okay.
- The new attending has cysts?
- Yeah,
yeah exactly.
So are you interested in him?
- All yours.
- (sighs) All right.
- I'm gonna go check on 214.
- Ew fuck.
God you are braver than I am.
Good luck.
- (chuckles) Thanks.
(light clicks on)
Jesus!
(sighs) Sorry.
Didn't know you were awake.
- The sleep's out of the question,
they can get in that way.
- I have some medication for you.
To help you feel better.
- Locks don't keep 'em out.
Those pills are just locks,
lockin' up the chemicals to make me
me but when I go,
I'd rather be me.
- You told Dr. Espisito you'd take them.
Remember?
- I lied.
Haven't you ever wanted to get
out of conversation so badly
that you will make a
small, ethical compromise?
Well,
(pills clunk)
(menacing music)
Yeah.
- That's not good.
- Well it don't matter much anyway
(hand slaps table)
because I won't be taking up
tax-payer dollars much anymore.
- You'll need to take those pills
if you wanna be discharged.
- (laughing) There's no
discharge paperwork for me.
I'm leaving here by way of bag.
So what'll it be?
Paper or plastic?
Or perhaps something (stutters) possibly,
more responsibly post-consumer.
(lights bang)
(alarm beeping)
- Shit.
(breaths out) Old hospital,
wiring's ancient.
- Yeah I'm sure that's it.
(booming crash)
(squelching)
No.
(mumbles) I'm not runnin'.
- Who are you talking to?
- I'm tired of running!
- Who are you talking to?
- Will it hurt?
(crying) I was afraid of that.
- Who are you talking to?
(throat schelching)
Shit!
Shit!
(alarm blaring)
James!
James! Code 8! 214!
Shit.
No, no, no, no, no, no...
(alarm flat-lines)
- And the patient crossed over?
Right in front of you?
- Crossed over?
I mean yeah,
he died that night.
His seizure was really vicious and we...
- He didn't die of a seizure.
- (scoffs) Excuse me?
Did you perform an autopsy
that I'm not aware of?
- We both know that's not what killed him.
- What the hell are you suggesting?
- There was something
special
about that mans death.
Something that your medical
degree can't explain.
- Who are you?
Really?
- Agent Baker with DHS.
- No one from the department
of locking kids in cages
would ever say that shit!
- Let's just say we're more
aware
than most people know.
Now I need you to think very carefully
about what you say next.
What happened after that man died?
(bag valve mask breathing)
(eerie whoosh)
- Oh they're really trying, huh?
- (gasps)
- I mean you can tell 'em it's pointless.
- (gasping)
- What? You never seen a ghost before?
- No, I...
I didn't think I...
- You know I had a feeling about you.
- (gasps)
- That you were like me.
I am sss...
I am so sorry.
- What are you sorry?
- What the hell are you doing?
- I am so sorry, I don't (gasps)...
- Time of death, 2:48 a.m.
You froze!
You're gonna be hearing
about these mistakes later!
- I (gasping)...
Yeah,
he just died.
And the doc called time of death
and that was that.
- Nothing else?
Nothing else out of the ordinary?
(sighs)
(recorder dings off)
Alrighty then.
Have a good night Miss. Moonwillow.
(chair screeches)
- Wait, you're just leaving me here?
You can't do that!
What about food or something to drink?
I can't even go to the bathroom!
- Do you have something
to add to your story?
(scoffs) See you tomorrow.
(door creaks open)
(door creaks closed)
(somber music)
- (sighs)
Fuck!
(handcuffs slam on table)
(monitors beeping)
(bed noisily wheeling away)
(eerie booming)
(menacing music)
- (gasping)
(intense piano music)
