Bikini Nurses (2026) Movie Script
Where are you? Where are you?
"Bikini Nurses".
"Bikini Nurses".
Let's do it.
Nurse!
Nurse. Anyone?
Nurse?
Nurse.
Stand up.
Nurse. Help.
Anyone!
Anyone!
Where are you? Where are all of you?
Where are those bikini nurses?
Where are you?
Pain!
Why won't you help me?
Please.
I'm trapped, I'm trapped. I can't...
The walls, they're coming in on me.
"Have bikini nurses." Help!
Well, I should be done
at like seven ish maybe.
We could get dinner or...
Yeah. No, we should.
No, it's been so dead lately.
Nurse!
- Not again.
- Nurse!
It's this same tech dude.
Oh my gosh.
My stomach.
Oh, it hurts.
Girls, let's do this.
- It's the same guy?
- Again. Yep.
We got this.
- Totally.
- Girls.
You know what? We got this.
Let's do it.
We're gonna save him.
- Let's go.
- Yes, let's do it.
We got this.
Nurses.
- He keeps moving his legs.
- What's going on?
- Oh my, my s-stomach.
- Oh, my God.
This is Bill Race. He always does this.
Look At him. He's faking it.
Look at him.
- There's no way.
He's not faking it.
- Hello?
- Yes.
We have to help him.
No, he's faking it.
- William!
- Okay. You can stop now.
- Hey, he's faking it.
- William.
Trust me.
Dammit.
I told you. See?
- You are pathetic.
- Totally.
What are you even doing?
- You don't know w-
- He just wants attention.
Yeah.
You don't know what it's
like to be a millionaire.
To be rich like me.
- Oh, my God.
- The pressure.
- He's gonna make me cry now.
- Must be so hard.
Why are you doing this?
You're taking away from our real patients.
Yeah, that's the problem.
Right there. Right there.
You know, you guys spend too much time
with your real patients.
You don't handle someone like me at all.
You know what? In fact,
I'm gonna buy this place.
Oh, really?
Really. I've got the
money to back that up.
I'm gonna leave, I'm
gonna buy this hospital
by, by tomorrow morning.
I'm gonna march out of here,
I'm gonna go to the bank,
I'm gonna get a loan,
I'm gonna get the money,
I'm gonna buy it flat out.
No, you're not.
- You need to leave.
- So you need to get out.
You need to get out.
Come on.
- You need to leave.
You know what?
I don't have to take a loan out.
I'm gonna get this place
by dawn tomorrow morning.
You'll see. Just wait, you'll see.
Get outta my way. I'm outta here.
- Oh, you wish.
- You're going that way.
- Get outta here.
- Get outta here.
Come on. Get outta here.
Get outta hell outta here.
Go! Go!
- What are we gonna do?
- Geez.
I think he's, he's
just pulling another one,
a little, little stunt.
It's a prank.
- Yeah.
Okay. Let's go back to work.
Yeah. I have a lot of things to attend to.
Still have to clean it every day.
These gloves are shit.
They're inside out.
I wish I had someone to take care of.
I wish I had someone to
take care of.
This is where my favorite patient lied.
You were the perfect patient
before you died.
What's a hospital with
no one to take care of?
What's the point?
Maybe Bill is right.
Maybe I'll just go back to the farm.
At least I have someone to
take care of over there.
If only I could dust off my real heart.
What is life?
Why do people die and go away?
I don't wanna leave this bikini clinic.
I love it here.
I'll do anything in my power
to stop him from buying it.
Hmm.
Thinking.
I'm thinking.
What are the lungs?
What does it mean to breathe?
What is the breath of life?
What's the point of life?
I'm not going back to the farm.
All I do day clean.
I'm gonna help somebody.
I'm gonna cure somebody.
I'm a nurse.
I'm a nurse!
I'm a nurse.
I am not just any nurse.
I'm a bikini nurse.
Hey, buddy.
Just making my rounds.
What are we even doing here?
Look at me. I'm in a freaking
bikini in a hospital.
If I ran this place,
that would be the greatest
clinic in Los Angeles.
Yeah.
Well, it's too late now, I guess.
But, you know, it's never
late for a change, though.
He cannot buy this place.
What am I gonna do?
Go back working at the Diner,
cleaning tables. Hell no.
I won't let him do that.
We gotta come up with something.
I'm not gonna let him get away with this.
Not this time.
Okay.
Okay, Gina. You are worrying too much.
You're not gonna go back to the Diner.
You're not gonna clean the tables
and deal with annoying customers.
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no. Not anymore, no.
We gotta organize this place.
That'll make it great.
Yes. I'm gonna do this.
It's time to make a change.
This one goes here.
This one over here.
Looking pretty.
I have to clean this place up.
Is it okay, buddy?
This, we're gonna do this.
So sad.
She shouldn't have died like that.
That was gruesome.
Where are all of the patients?
It's so empty.
What are we gonna do?
Stupid millionaire piece of shit.
He thinks he can solve
everything with his money.
Money, money, money.
But you know what he can't buy?
Love. What this place has.
Ring. Ring.
Hi. Bikini Clinic.
Yes. This is she.
The bank?
No.
You're serious?
No way. By tomorrow?
Shit!
Okay.
Okay.
Shit, shit, shit.
What am I even doing?
Think, think, think.
Uh, fuck.
Uh, okay, okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Ugh, that asshole!
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Okay.
Need to call a meeting.
Meeting, meeting, meeting.
Girls! Girls, we need to have a meeting.
Shit, I can't go back to the Valley.
No, no, no. Tim's there, Rod's there.
Oh my gosh. I'm so dead.
I am so freaking dead.
Girls, meeting. Now!
We can't let this
asshole get this place.
We can let him do that.
Girls. Come on.
We gotta come up with something.
I, we're screwed.
No, there's, we gotta do something.
- What about that guy?
- Who?
He always comes in here? The poet.
- What poet?
- What's his name?
Um, Are you talking about...
- John?
- Gilchrist?
- John, Jonathan?
- Yes!
John, John?
- Guillotine.
- Right.
- He's rich.
- Okay.
Rich guys are always sick.
I think he has like anemia or something.
- Hmm.
- We could rob him.
That's an idea.
Anemia? More like anemia of the heart.
We can rob him. We can take
all his money and kill him.
No, guys, we can help him.
These artists are always
suffering. They're always in pain.
We can heal him.
Okay. But how?
Mm...
You're right. Guys, I have an idea.
Okay. We call him,
we tell him from the last time he was here
that his lab results came in.
Mm-hmm.
We tell him he's terminal right now.
Oh, I like that.
But, but, but, but, but,
but, we have the cure.
The only cure.
And we make him pay.
Yeah. I like that.
Sounds good to me.
We're gonna try to get
him to buy this clinic?
That's crazy.
I say we just kill him.
No, girls.
We cannot let stupid
Bill Asshole get his way.
We need to get to the artist.
And we're gonna make him pay.
We'll leave him no choice.
Okay, so we gotta come
up with a plan, okay.
- Transfusions.
- Yeah.
Well, well, well
well...
- What are you doing here?
- My God.
- Speak of the devil.
This place is gonna be mine
by tomorrow morning.
- You wish.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah. I do wish.
Because my wish came true.
It is gonna be my place.
And all you, the three of
you, are gonna be outta here.
No more bikini nurses.
- We'll see.
- You're deluded.
- Oh, I'm deluded?
- Yeah.
Then I'll just wash
my hands even more then.
- Get out!
- Get the hell out of here.
- Get out!
- Get out!
- Get your ass out.
- Get the hell out of here.
Stay any longer,
you'll see what happens.
Oh, I know what's gonna happen.
There's gonna be no more bikini nurses.
Toodaloo!
Get out.
- Ew.
- What the...
- He's so disgusting.
- What a creep.
Ew.
He looks like a slug.
He's disgusting.
But we're not gonna let him win, okay?
Let's call John.
- Okay.
- And we're gonna get
this clinic back.
Hi, John. It's the Bikini Clinic here.
Your results came in.
You need to come in ASAP.
Yeah. Um, yeah.
20 minutes?
John, I don't know how to break it to you,
but it's life or death.
You need to get here now.
We got this, girls.
We're gonna save this Bikini Clinic.
And then it will be ours again.
- Okay. Yes.
- High five!
- Yes!
- Yes!
- We got this.
- We got this.
Oh, we got 20 minutes. We gotta prepare.
Oh my God. Yes.
Okay. Get the bed set up.
We get the room. We get the IVs.
Yeah. We need, we need to get
some fake, uh, test results.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Print out. Print out.
- Yes. Yes.
- Okay.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Let's do it.
- Photoshop.
- Okay. Let's go.
Oh, yeah.
This place is going to be mine.
It's gonna be all mine.
I'm gonna make it my own.
I'm gonna make it my own.
No more bikini, no more bikinis.
I'm gonna make it mankini.
Yes. A mankini.
And I'll have all these
women are gonna come here.
And then we'll have the strongest men.
And I'm gonna be part of that.
I'm gonna be one of them.
This clinic will be gone.
No more Bikini Clinic, Mankini Clinic.
Yes.
Yeah.
We'll get the strongest
guys from Redondo Beach.
This will be the Redondo
Beach Mankini Clinic.
Yes. That's it.
Yes. Ha-ha!
We need to enchant him.
We need to inspire him.
We need to show him
that this is the best bikini clinic ever.
And we are not backing down.
You know what? I think we need to prepare.
I think we all need to prepare.
We're doing a performance.
Come on.
Let's use my nurse magic.
I really hope this works.
We haven't used this
kind of power in so long.
It has to work. It has to work.
If it doesn't work, I
can't go back to the Valley.
I can't see those guys,
go back to the Diner.
It has to work.
Wait, you worked at the
Diner. I worked there too.
I can't go back there anymore.
But, you know what, girls?
We're gonna do this and it's gonna work.
Okay. Ready, girls?
- Yes. He's here.
Yeah, okay. Get into the place.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Maybe, I don't know, you go this way.
Yes.
John, thank goodness you're here.
Here in this space.
Again, with these test
results, it's always some test.
But we can help you.
You say you can help me.
I was here two months
ago and I was with her.
And you know who I'm talking about.
And you know what she meant to me.
"Two to three weeks, three to four weeks,
four to five weeks, six to five weeks."
And now it's, "Test results,
test results, test results!"
When does it end with you bikini nurses?
Break it to me. What do I have?
The nurses are gonna
take care of you, okay?
But it's, it's really bad.
Oh my God. I have days to live, hours.
Everything's falling apart.
- We can help you.
We can help you.
- Moments,
minutes, days?
You can help me.
Yes. Yes.
Without our help, you
would be gone in days.
But we can save you.
- Right.
- Mr. Guillotine. Welcome.
Welcome to Bikini Clinic.
The bikini nurses saving my life.
This is what It's all come to.
All of my poems, all of my paintings.
Even this one, the one I donated, it,
I can see her in it, I can see her face.
There's her eyes, there's her mouth,
there's her smiling expression.
And yet, here it hangs
in this place of death.
I have days to live.
What am I gonna do?
What is a day? What is a day?
I can feel it already,
the pain. I can feel it.
- Okay, let's uh...
- I can feel it.
It's like I got shot.
- Let's get you back there.
Okay?
- Pow!
Um, okay. We'll get everything.
We'll take care of you.
We're gonna take care of you.
- We have the cure.
- Mr. Guillotine!
You have the cure. You have the cure.
Take a seat
- What happened?
- It's the wheelchair.
- We're here to help.
- It's her wheelchair.
Who? Whose, whose chair?
Shh, shh, shh.
- How dare you?
How dare you ask who?
How dare you ask who?
Mr. Guillotine.
- Can you get another one?
- God dammit.
This is a different
wheelchair, Mr. Guillotine.
We burned that one.
- Yeah.
It was, there was too
many memories it had.
Please take a seat.
- This one's brand new.
You don't, you don't
wanna raise your voice.
You burned it!?
You burned the wheelchair?
- It's okay.
- Mr. Guillotine, please.
- Here, take a seat.
We're gonna, we can help you.
- You're gonna die soon
if you get too worked up.
- We're gonna help you.
Oh my God. I can feel
you calling already.
We're here to help. No, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Take a seat. Take a seat.
- No, no, no, no.
Oh! Oh!
We're gonna take good care of you. Okay?
You're not gonna die.
- Yep. Okay.
This reminds me of that poem
Get him up on the table.
- There was-
- We're putting him in the
Oh. Yeah.
- Where am I going?
- This way.
- Where am I going?
- This way, that way.
- No, I don't wanna go.
I'm not, I'm not ready to
die, I'm not ready to die.
I don't wanna die.
No! No injection for me.
Yeah. We'll take care of you.
This bed is... Oh, oh!
- Oh, my God. No.
- No!
Please, please.
I can feel it. Oh God.
I can feel it.
Don't me put me in that room.
- Oh, sir. Sir.
That's what she was.
She was in there 'cause she hurt her eye.
No! No.
- Sir.
- Ow! My crotch.
- Oh, my God.
Ouch.
Don't hurt your leg. Put your knee down.
Okay.
- Ah!
Is this common practice?
- It is.
For a dying man?
Huh? Is it?
- We gotta put him in.
- Get him in.
No! Oh, not this room.
Wait, wait.
This is, maybe this is all meant to be.
Maybe this is all just meant to be.
Yes. This makes sense now.
This place, this clinic,
the Bikini Clinic.
The bikini nurses, bikini
nurses, Bikini Clinic.
The body of the nurses,
the body and the blood,
the bread and the wine,
the poetry, the words,
the river, the water,
all of it flowing.
The love, the stream, the
love, the stream. Love streams.
Okay. I get it.
I get it now. Death is not the end.
I will be okay.
When I was shot, it was just a wound.
But I feel fine.
That's the strangest part of all this.
I feel absolutely fine.
I need a drink.
- Oh, don't drink that.
- That's a bedpan.
Take a, take a s, oh.
It is a bedpan.
Sir, uh, we need to get you hooked up
and start taking your vitals.
- Can you get in the bed?
ASAP.
Please, can you lay down?
I thought she would be back.
Do you want me to get your jacket?
Sir?
- All that's left now is
just a wheelchair.
It's just a wheelchair.
That's not the same wheelchair.
No it's not because you
burned her wheelchair.
You burned it.
- No, we didn't.
And your morgue, your place of death.
Where all the dead bodies go.
This is supposed to be a place of healing.
Healing, healing, healing.
- Yes, we're gonna help you.
By healing you.
- Yes, please.
- That's what we wanna do.
- Please take a rest.
We're here to heal you.
We're gonna save you.
What's wrong with me?
- Let's just-
- Do you know what's wrong?
Poor old man like me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
I'm old, broken, I'm disgusting.
We'll help you.
Look at these three angels
calling me to the great beyond.
But I'm not ready to go.
It's not my time.
- No.
We're trying to help save you.
Yes.
Please, just trust us. Just...
Yes. Trust.
I do trust you. I do.
I don't want to get into the bed
because I'm not ready to lie down yet.
I'm not ready to go to
sleep. Not ready to die.
There's so much I want to
do. So much I want to paint.
Like this painting.
This was the time, her and I,
we climbed that mountain.
It was this great, beautiful mountain.
It was the most beautiful mountain.
And her...
Where are you taking a wheelchair now?
Yes. Yes.
Should we just tell him?
Hey, John, John.
- If I'm gonna die.
- John.
If I'm gonna die
John, we're gonna tell you something.
We have something,
we have something to tell you.
- John.
- John, take a seat.
Take the jacket off, you'll see.
You might wanna take the seat.
John, please.
You're not actually dying.
You're, you're fine.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What?
You're fine.
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You don't under...
You're healthy.
- Yeah.
- Yes.
- Yeah. I'm healthy.
- Yes.
But I'm not healthy. I suffer.
I suffer from morning till night.
Mr. Guillotine, we need your help.
All these damn things I have to do,
all these damn poems I have
to write, my paintings.
He really is a tortured poet.
And I was just in Paris
and I was just there.
Do you even know what love
is? Do you know what love is?
Bikini nurses. Nurses of the bikini.
Do you know what it's like
to sit in a room alone
in a valley of death?
Do you know the Valley?
You do. You do.
I dunno if you do yet, but you might.
You might know that valley.
I know that valley. Fie on it all.
- Mr. Guillotine.
- What?
You gotta relax.
- Can we ask you something?
- Yes.
You know, maybe it would
brighten your valley.
We need your help. Bikini
Clinic is in trouble.
We're in true danger
right now. Because of Bill.
- Bill?
- Bill the millionaire.
Bill, baby-face millionaire?
Race.
- Yes.
- Baby-Face Race?
- Mm-hmm.
- Baby-Face Race.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, mm-hmm.
That asshole.
He bought the clinic earlier today
and he's firing all of us.
- Yes unfortunately.
- We need to get it back
but we don't have enough money.
Yeah, that's why, maybe,
is there a chance maybe you could help us.
So you're not
actually dying really.
Let me get this straight.
This clinic is going to
come under the ownership
of Bill Baby-Face Race?
- Yes.
- Dr. Bill the Millionaire?
- Yes.
- Yes.
And I'm not dying?
You're not dying.
- No, no, no.
- You're not.
- You're perfectly healthy.
- Yeah.
You're the healthiest we've ever seen.
Yes.
Yes, I am. I'm strong,
I'm really strong.
You're strong.
Wait, this can't happen.
Where am I gonna go when I get sick?
Where am I gonna go when
I actually have to die?
We all have to go somewhere when we die.
Well, if, if you help out our
clinic, we could still help.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
You know, you can come by anytime.
Mm-hmm. We just need a little funding.
Like just a couple million dollars.
Yes, just please don't let him
take over.
- A couple?
Please don't let him take over?
- Yes.
- Sounds like he already has!
Well, we need it to get back then.
I knew the three of you
when you first moved in here.
This place used to be a,
it used to be an old,
uh, you know, morgue.
Nothing more than that.
And when I got sick with her
and she had to come in here,
well, you know, that was
the last time I saw her
when you wheeled her
away in that wheelchair.
But then you told me what happened to her
and the condition she had.
And I trust you.
I know you couldn't have saved her.
Nobody could.
- We tried her best.
- Yes.
I know. I know.
- We're sorry.
- It's okay.
It happens.
Sometimes people leave
and they have to go away
and they go away for a long, long time.
Oh, but Bill Baby-Face Race.
The asshole Race.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You know what?
Hmm. This is an interesting proposition.
But I don't know if I'm
the man to help you.
What do you mean?
- What?
- I don't know
if I can help you.
Well, w-why? What, what's the problem?
You're the only one who can help us.
No. Who can help another person really.
Who can really help another person?
You think just because you're in bikinis.
I need to...
Just 'cause you're in bikinis.
"Oh, it's part of our healing process."
It is.
Yeah.
Yeah. That's the point
of the Bikini Clinic.
How do you, how do you heal a heart
that's been completely
severed open with a blade,
with a needle, with a cleaver.
But we can help you if you help us.
I come here, I'm told that I'm dying.
I'm told that I'm nothing
more than a dying man.
An old dying dog.
And you stand here and you
look at me in the eyes.
- You're healthy.
- Hmm?
All of you.
I'm not healthy. I'm the
sickest guy in this town.
I'm the sickest guy in this town.
My art, my poetry, my movies,
all of it means nothing.
If you don't have love,
you don't have anything.
She was here in this very bed. This bed.
And now it's empty.
You could make a change, Mr. Guillotine,
if you save Bikini Clinic.
Yeah.
We can make it called
Guillotine's Bikini Clinic.
Or we can bring her back.
Yeah.
Bring her back?
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
- Dig her up. Do some spells.
- Yeah.
- It's possible.
- Guillotine Clinic?
- Yeah.
Silence!
Nobody's able to bring
anybody back from the dead.
Not even you.
I'm sad now.
We can try.
Let me think about it, I'm...
- Please.
- I wish I could help you.
You can.
I look into your eyes, all of you,
and I just see pure artistry, beauty.
But who am I? This old coat.
We could get you a bikini too.
You could maybe.
Who wants to see me in a bikini?
Where's my hat?
- Someone.
It's never
too late to start over.
Where's my hat? I'm sad.
- Your hat?
- Someone took it off.
Which one of you took it off?
- Shh.
Mr. Guillotine, you could save me
from going back to the farm.
You could save-
I'd have to go
to the Valley.
- We don't wanna go back.
- I can't go back.
- I don't wanna go back
to the Diner again and deal
with those stupid people.
- The Diner?
The creeps.
Don't you wanna save her
from the creeps at the Diner
and the line cooks.
- Please come back.
And the dishwashers?
We can help you too.
Well, I think it's over, girls.
The heart is a curious organ.
I cannot help you.
How dare you lead me here.
You show me this thing?
You don't know what my
heart has been through.
- Please help us.
- Please. Come on.
This is our last chance.
- Please.
- Please save our clinic.
- That's all we need.
- The heart.
That's all that matters to us.
I can feel it growing
weaker by the moment.
We just wanna do Bikini Clinic.
- No. Everybody-
- Without the Bikini Clinic
we're nothing.
- At some point
in their lives, their
heart just stops beating.
- Mr. Guillotine, please.
- Please.
- Everybody has a moment-
- Please!
Where they have to confront life,
they have to confront death,
they have to confront all of this.
I feel you don't even mean it.
Do you mean it?
Do you really want me
to lean myself in here
to give you so much money,
to give you so...
- John, are you okay?
- My heart.
Go get the wheelchair.
- Oh, yes.
- No. He hates it.
What?
What?
- John?
- Oh my God, John?
- Wait.
Oh, no.
- Oh, my God.
- Get him him in here.
Get him in here.
- No he hates this thing.
- Pick him up.
- So? We can't carry him.
- Oh, shit.
We gotta
Ow. My heart.
- What is this?
- Inject him with that.
- It's experimental, but-
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- It'll cure anything.
- No! No!
Ah, ouch, ouch.
John?
Are you with us?
- We saved him.
- No way.
- We saved you.
- Yes!
How are you feeling?
We saved you.
- See? We saved you.
- What happened?
I told you we can help you.
We used this experimental
therapy that cures anything.
- Yeah.
- And we saved you.
We followed this, like, spell and made it.
How are you feeling? Oh, your hat.
Looking as new as ever.
I'm still alive.
- Yes.
- You, you saved me.
We did.
You saved me. You really did.
- Yes.
- Did I...?
You know, I, the last thing I remember
is I was walking down this hallway
and I saw these beautiful
lights you had at the clinic.
And I, I felt them growing
kind of brighter and brighter.
I felt like I was like
almost like in a movie.
Yeah. I know, it's beautiful.
- It was amazing.
- Yeah.
We were really scared.
- Yeah.
And then everything went
black and there was a tunnel
and there was like a light
at the end of the tunnel.
And, and I think I saw her
at the, at that tunnel.
And she was there and I
was just about to meet her.
And I was so happy.
And then, I mean, suddenly I, I woke up
and I was here and I was still alive.
'Cause you know, she said to me,
she said, "It's not your time yet, John.
It's not your time."
And it wasn't my time.
This is my time. This is my time.
This is your time too.
I think it has to be our time.
So what do you think?
- What do I think?
- Are you gonna help us?
I have a great idea.
You know what we need to do?
We need to get Bill Baby-Face Race here.
And we need to kick his ass.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- Let's do this.
We need to kick his ass.
Oh, I've waited my whole life for this.
And you know what I'm gonna
do? I'm gonna buy this clinic.
- Mm!
- What?
I'm gonna buy this clinic.
How much does it cost?
- Seven million.
- Seven million?
Seven million, eight
million, nine million.
I'll sell my paintings.
I'll sell my organs.
I'll sell my poetry.
I'll sell my life to buy this clinic.
Seven million's nothing for
me. I have, it's not a problem.
I'm just joking.
But we'll get it. This is mine.
Ladies, let's get Dr. Race here.
Let's take care of him once and for all.
- Yay!
- Yes! Yes.
You know, ladies, this clinic
means everything to me.
All of you have helped me so much
and you're gonna help a lot of people.
Lana, I know you have had
a hard time saving people
but that's gonna change.
Under new management, this clinic,
you're gonna be head nurse. Okay?
Yay.
Tina, no more
secretarial duties for you.
I'm promoting you.
I am promoting you to chief surgeon.
- Surgeon?
- Yes.
Gina, you're gonna be doing the hardest
but most meaningful work.
We need you to run the incinerator.
Yes. I know you like that.
- Yes.
- We need, we need
- It means a lot.
- We need somebody
who can handle the job.
That's gonna be you.
- Okay. Thank you.
Now, Dr. Race has been a pain
in my side for a long time.
And I'm sorry to say,
but under new management,
I believe we have to
do something about him.
Um, I believe,
I believe he can be our first patient
that we, mm, how should I say it?
Take care of.
Are we ready to take care of him?
- Yep.
- Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Can you call him please?
- Yes.
- Let's do this.
- Call him.
- That phone.
Hi.
Um, why don't you come down to the clinic?
He's coming.
Action time.
Where is that son of a bitch?
Well, well, well.
Huh? Okay.
Got interesting friends.
Baby-Face Race.
- You know me?
- Yeah. Do I know you?
It's okay because in a few minutes
you're all going to be taken down.
What?
I like to shake the hand
of the man that I'm going to murder.
Are you kidding me?
I like to shake the hand of
the man that I'm gonna buy out.
Ladies?
Go! Go!
I've been thinkin',
I've been thinkin', I've been
thinkin' I've been thinkin'
I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout you
Oh, oh, oh, now here with me
Oh, oh, oh, please don't leave
Only you, you, you, you, you
I've been thinkin', I've
been thinkin' 'bout you
I've been thinkin' bout you, boy
Good work, ladies.
All I think about is you, boy
All I think about is you, boy
Say yeah
All I think about is you boy
All I think about is you, boy
My confidence is shootin' to the roof
Oh, oh, oh, now here with me
Oh, oh, oh, please don't leave
Only you, you, you, you, you
I've been thinkin', I've
been thinkin' 'bout you
I've been thinkin' 'bout you, boy
Thinkin'
"Bikini Nurses".
"Bikini Nurses".
Let's do it.
Nurse!
Nurse. Anyone?
Nurse?
Nurse.
Stand up.
Nurse. Help.
Anyone!
Anyone!
Where are you? Where are all of you?
Where are those bikini nurses?
Where are you?
Pain!
Why won't you help me?
Please.
I'm trapped, I'm trapped. I can't...
The walls, they're coming in on me.
"Have bikini nurses." Help!
Well, I should be done
at like seven ish maybe.
We could get dinner or...
Yeah. No, we should.
No, it's been so dead lately.
Nurse!
- Not again.
- Nurse!
It's this same tech dude.
Oh my gosh.
My stomach.
Oh, it hurts.
Girls, let's do this.
- It's the same guy?
- Again. Yep.
We got this.
- Totally.
- Girls.
You know what? We got this.
Let's do it.
We're gonna save him.
- Let's go.
- Yes, let's do it.
We got this.
Nurses.
- He keeps moving his legs.
- What's going on?
- Oh my, my s-stomach.
- Oh, my God.
This is Bill Race. He always does this.
Look At him. He's faking it.
Look at him.
- There's no way.
He's not faking it.
- Hello?
- Yes.
We have to help him.
No, he's faking it.
- William!
- Okay. You can stop now.
- Hey, he's faking it.
- William.
Trust me.
Dammit.
I told you. See?
- You are pathetic.
- Totally.
What are you even doing?
- You don't know w-
- He just wants attention.
Yeah.
You don't know what it's
like to be a millionaire.
To be rich like me.
- Oh, my God.
- The pressure.
- He's gonna make me cry now.
- Must be so hard.
Why are you doing this?
You're taking away from our real patients.
Yeah, that's the problem.
Right there. Right there.
You know, you guys spend too much time
with your real patients.
You don't handle someone like me at all.
You know what? In fact,
I'm gonna buy this place.
Oh, really?
Really. I've got the
money to back that up.
I'm gonna leave, I'm
gonna buy this hospital
by, by tomorrow morning.
I'm gonna march out of here,
I'm gonna go to the bank,
I'm gonna get a loan,
I'm gonna get the money,
I'm gonna buy it flat out.
No, you're not.
- You need to leave.
- So you need to get out.
You need to get out.
Come on.
- You need to leave.
You know what?
I don't have to take a loan out.
I'm gonna get this place
by dawn tomorrow morning.
You'll see. Just wait, you'll see.
Get outta my way. I'm outta here.
- Oh, you wish.
- You're going that way.
- Get outta here.
- Get outta here.
Come on. Get outta here.
Get outta hell outta here.
Go! Go!
- What are we gonna do?
- Geez.
I think he's, he's
just pulling another one,
a little, little stunt.
It's a prank.
- Yeah.
Okay. Let's go back to work.
Yeah. I have a lot of things to attend to.
Still have to clean it every day.
These gloves are shit.
They're inside out.
I wish I had someone to take care of.
I wish I had someone to
take care of.
This is where my favorite patient lied.
You were the perfect patient
before you died.
What's a hospital with
no one to take care of?
What's the point?
Maybe Bill is right.
Maybe I'll just go back to the farm.
At least I have someone to
take care of over there.
If only I could dust off my real heart.
What is life?
Why do people die and go away?
I don't wanna leave this bikini clinic.
I love it here.
I'll do anything in my power
to stop him from buying it.
Hmm.
Thinking.
I'm thinking.
What are the lungs?
What does it mean to breathe?
What is the breath of life?
What's the point of life?
I'm not going back to the farm.
All I do day clean.
I'm gonna help somebody.
I'm gonna cure somebody.
I'm a nurse.
I'm a nurse!
I'm a nurse.
I am not just any nurse.
I'm a bikini nurse.
Hey, buddy.
Just making my rounds.
What are we even doing here?
Look at me. I'm in a freaking
bikini in a hospital.
If I ran this place,
that would be the greatest
clinic in Los Angeles.
Yeah.
Well, it's too late now, I guess.
But, you know, it's never
late for a change, though.
He cannot buy this place.
What am I gonna do?
Go back working at the Diner,
cleaning tables. Hell no.
I won't let him do that.
We gotta come up with something.
I'm not gonna let him get away with this.
Not this time.
Okay.
Okay, Gina. You are worrying too much.
You're not gonna go back to the Diner.
You're not gonna clean the tables
and deal with annoying customers.
No, no, no, no, no, no,
no. Not anymore, no.
We gotta organize this place.
That'll make it great.
Yes. I'm gonna do this.
It's time to make a change.
This one goes here.
This one over here.
Looking pretty.
I have to clean this place up.
Is it okay, buddy?
This, we're gonna do this.
So sad.
She shouldn't have died like that.
That was gruesome.
Where are all of the patients?
It's so empty.
What are we gonna do?
Stupid millionaire piece of shit.
He thinks he can solve
everything with his money.
Money, money, money.
But you know what he can't buy?
Love. What this place has.
Ring. Ring.
Hi. Bikini Clinic.
Yes. This is she.
The bank?
No.
You're serious?
No way. By tomorrow?
Shit!
Okay.
Okay.
Shit, shit, shit.
What am I even doing?
Think, think, think.
Uh, fuck.
Uh, okay, okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
Ugh, that asshole!
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
Okay.
Need to call a meeting.
Meeting, meeting, meeting.
Girls! Girls, we need to have a meeting.
Shit, I can't go back to the Valley.
No, no, no. Tim's there, Rod's there.
Oh my gosh. I'm so dead.
I am so freaking dead.
Girls, meeting. Now!
We can't let this
asshole get this place.
We can let him do that.
Girls. Come on.
We gotta come up with something.
I, we're screwed.
No, there's, we gotta do something.
- What about that guy?
- Who?
He always comes in here? The poet.
- What poet?
- What's his name?
Um, Are you talking about...
- John?
- Gilchrist?
- John, Jonathan?
- Yes!
John, John?
- Guillotine.
- Right.
- He's rich.
- Okay.
Rich guys are always sick.
I think he has like anemia or something.
- Hmm.
- We could rob him.
That's an idea.
Anemia? More like anemia of the heart.
We can rob him. We can take
all his money and kill him.
No, guys, we can help him.
These artists are always
suffering. They're always in pain.
We can heal him.
Okay. But how?
Mm...
You're right. Guys, I have an idea.
Okay. We call him,
we tell him from the last time he was here
that his lab results came in.
Mm-hmm.
We tell him he's terminal right now.
Oh, I like that.
But, but, but, but, but,
but, we have the cure.
The only cure.
And we make him pay.
Yeah. I like that.
Sounds good to me.
We're gonna try to get
him to buy this clinic?
That's crazy.
I say we just kill him.
No, girls.
We cannot let stupid
Bill Asshole get his way.
We need to get to the artist.
And we're gonna make him pay.
We'll leave him no choice.
Okay, so we gotta come
up with a plan, okay.
- Transfusions.
- Yeah.
Well, well, well
well...
- What are you doing here?
- My God.
- Speak of the devil.
This place is gonna be mine
by tomorrow morning.
- You wish.
- Yeah.
Oh yeah. I do wish.
Because my wish came true.
It is gonna be my place.
And all you, the three of
you, are gonna be outta here.
No more bikini nurses.
- We'll see.
- You're deluded.
- Oh, I'm deluded?
- Yeah.
Then I'll just wash
my hands even more then.
- Get out!
- Get the hell out of here.
- Get out!
- Get out!
- Get your ass out.
- Get the hell out of here.
Stay any longer,
you'll see what happens.
Oh, I know what's gonna happen.
There's gonna be no more bikini nurses.
Toodaloo!
Get out.
- Ew.
- What the...
- He's so disgusting.
- What a creep.
Ew.
He looks like a slug.
He's disgusting.
But we're not gonna let him win, okay?
Let's call John.
- Okay.
- And we're gonna get
this clinic back.
Hi, John. It's the Bikini Clinic here.
Your results came in.
You need to come in ASAP.
Yeah. Um, yeah.
20 minutes?
John, I don't know how to break it to you,
but it's life or death.
You need to get here now.
We got this, girls.
We're gonna save this Bikini Clinic.
And then it will be ours again.
- Okay. Yes.
- High five!
- Yes!
- Yes!
- We got this.
- We got this.
Oh, we got 20 minutes. We gotta prepare.
Oh my God. Yes.
Okay. Get the bed set up.
We get the room. We get the IVs.
Yeah. We need, we need to get
some fake, uh, test results.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Print out. Print out.
- Yes. Yes.
- Okay.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Let's do it.
- Photoshop.
- Okay. Let's go.
Oh, yeah.
This place is going to be mine.
It's gonna be all mine.
I'm gonna make it my own.
I'm gonna make it my own.
No more bikini, no more bikinis.
I'm gonna make it mankini.
Yes. A mankini.
And I'll have all these
women are gonna come here.
And then we'll have the strongest men.
And I'm gonna be part of that.
I'm gonna be one of them.
This clinic will be gone.
No more Bikini Clinic, Mankini Clinic.
Yes.
Yeah.
We'll get the strongest
guys from Redondo Beach.
This will be the Redondo
Beach Mankini Clinic.
Yes. That's it.
Yes. Ha-ha!
We need to enchant him.
We need to inspire him.
We need to show him
that this is the best bikini clinic ever.
And we are not backing down.
You know what? I think we need to prepare.
I think we all need to prepare.
We're doing a performance.
Come on.
Let's use my nurse magic.
I really hope this works.
We haven't used this
kind of power in so long.
It has to work. It has to work.
If it doesn't work, I
can't go back to the Valley.
I can't see those guys,
go back to the Diner.
It has to work.
Wait, you worked at the
Diner. I worked there too.
I can't go back there anymore.
But, you know what, girls?
We're gonna do this and it's gonna work.
Okay. Ready, girls?
- Yes. He's here.
Yeah, okay. Get into the place.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Maybe, I don't know, you go this way.
Yes.
John, thank goodness you're here.
Here in this space.
Again, with these test
results, it's always some test.
But we can help you.
You say you can help me.
I was here two months
ago and I was with her.
And you know who I'm talking about.
And you know what she meant to me.
"Two to three weeks, three to four weeks,
four to five weeks, six to five weeks."
And now it's, "Test results,
test results, test results!"
When does it end with you bikini nurses?
Break it to me. What do I have?
The nurses are gonna
take care of you, okay?
But it's, it's really bad.
Oh my God. I have days to live, hours.
Everything's falling apart.
- We can help you.
We can help you.
- Moments,
minutes, days?
You can help me.
Yes. Yes.
Without our help, you
would be gone in days.
But we can save you.
- Right.
- Mr. Guillotine. Welcome.
Welcome to Bikini Clinic.
The bikini nurses saving my life.
This is what It's all come to.
All of my poems, all of my paintings.
Even this one, the one I donated, it,
I can see her in it, I can see her face.
There's her eyes, there's her mouth,
there's her smiling expression.
And yet, here it hangs
in this place of death.
I have days to live.
What am I gonna do?
What is a day? What is a day?
I can feel it already,
the pain. I can feel it.
- Okay, let's uh...
- I can feel it.
It's like I got shot.
- Let's get you back there.
Okay?
- Pow!
Um, okay. We'll get everything.
We'll take care of you.
We're gonna take care of you.
- We have the cure.
- Mr. Guillotine!
You have the cure. You have the cure.
Take a seat
- What happened?
- It's the wheelchair.
- We're here to help.
- It's her wheelchair.
Who? Whose, whose chair?
Shh, shh, shh.
- How dare you?
How dare you ask who?
How dare you ask who?
Mr. Guillotine.
- Can you get another one?
- God dammit.
This is a different
wheelchair, Mr. Guillotine.
We burned that one.
- Yeah.
It was, there was too
many memories it had.
Please take a seat.
- This one's brand new.
You don't, you don't
wanna raise your voice.
You burned it!?
You burned the wheelchair?
- It's okay.
- Mr. Guillotine, please.
- Here, take a seat.
We're gonna, we can help you.
- You're gonna die soon
if you get too worked up.
- We're gonna help you.
Oh my God. I can feel
you calling already.
We're here to help. No, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- Take a seat. Take a seat.
- No, no, no, no.
Oh! Oh!
We're gonna take good care of you. Okay?
You're not gonna die.
- Yep. Okay.
This reminds me of that poem
Get him up on the table.
- There was-
- We're putting him in the
Oh. Yeah.
- Where am I going?
- This way.
- Where am I going?
- This way, that way.
- No, I don't wanna go.
I'm not, I'm not ready to
die, I'm not ready to die.
I don't wanna die.
No! No injection for me.
Yeah. We'll take care of you.
This bed is... Oh, oh!
- Oh, my God. No.
- No!
Please, please.
I can feel it. Oh God.
I can feel it.
Don't me put me in that room.
- Oh, sir. Sir.
That's what she was.
She was in there 'cause she hurt her eye.
No! No.
- Sir.
- Ow! My crotch.
- Oh, my God.
Ouch.
Don't hurt your leg. Put your knee down.
Okay.
- Ah!
Is this common practice?
- It is.
For a dying man?
Huh? Is it?
- We gotta put him in.
- Get him in.
No! Oh, not this room.
Wait, wait.
This is, maybe this is all meant to be.
Maybe this is all just meant to be.
Yes. This makes sense now.
This place, this clinic,
the Bikini Clinic.
The bikini nurses, bikini
nurses, Bikini Clinic.
The body of the nurses,
the body and the blood,
the bread and the wine,
the poetry, the words,
the river, the water,
all of it flowing.
The love, the stream, the
love, the stream. Love streams.
Okay. I get it.
I get it now. Death is not the end.
I will be okay.
When I was shot, it was just a wound.
But I feel fine.
That's the strangest part of all this.
I feel absolutely fine.
I need a drink.
- Oh, don't drink that.
- That's a bedpan.
Take a, take a s, oh.
It is a bedpan.
Sir, uh, we need to get you hooked up
and start taking your vitals.
- Can you get in the bed?
ASAP.
Please, can you lay down?
I thought she would be back.
Do you want me to get your jacket?
Sir?
- All that's left now is
just a wheelchair.
It's just a wheelchair.
That's not the same wheelchair.
No it's not because you
burned her wheelchair.
You burned it.
- No, we didn't.
And your morgue, your place of death.
Where all the dead bodies go.
This is supposed to be a place of healing.
Healing, healing, healing.
- Yes, we're gonna help you.
By healing you.
- Yes, please.
- That's what we wanna do.
- Please take a rest.
We're here to heal you.
We're gonna save you.
What's wrong with me?
- Let's just-
- Do you know what's wrong?
Poor old man like me. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
I'm old, broken, I'm disgusting.
We'll help you.
Look at these three angels
calling me to the great beyond.
But I'm not ready to go.
It's not my time.
- No.
We're trying to help save you.
Yes.
Please, just trust us. Just...
Yes. Trust.
I do trust you. I do.
I don't want to get into the bed
because I'm not ready to lie down yet.
I'm not ready to go to
sleep. Not ready to die.
There's so much I want to
do. So much I want to paint.
Like this painting.
This was the time, her and I,
we climbed that mountain.
It was this great, beautiful mountain.
It was the most beautiful mountain.
And her...
Where are you taking a wheelchair now?
Yes. Yes.
Should we just tell him?
Hey, John, John.
- If I'm gonna die.
- John.
If I'm gonna die
John, we're gonna tell you something.
We have something,
we have something to tell you.
- John.
- John, take a seat.
Take the jacket off, you'll see.
You might wanna take the seat.
John, please.
You're not actually dying.
You're, you're fine.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What?
You're fine.
- I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You don't under...
You're healthy.
- Yeah.
- Yes.
- Yeah. I'm healthy.
- Yes.
But I'm not healthy. I suffer.
I suffer from morning till night.
Mr. Guillotine, we need your help.
All these damn things I have to do,
all these damn poems I have
to write, my paintings.
He really is a tortured poet.
And I was just in Paris
and I was just there.
Do you even know what love
is? Do you know what love is?
Bikini nurses. Nurses of the bikini.
Do you know what it's like
to sit in a room alone
in a valley of death?
Do you know the Valley?
You do. You do.
I dunno if you do yet, but you might.
You might know that valley.
I know that valley. Fie on it all.
- Mr. Guillotine.
- What?
You gotta relax.
- Can we ask you something?
- Yes.
You know, maybe it would
brighten your valley.
We need your help. Bikini
Clinic is in trouble.
We're in true danger
right now. Because of Bill.
- Bill?
- Bill the millionaire.
Bill, baby-face millionaire?
Race.
- Yes.
- Baby-Face Race?
- Mm-hmm.
- Baby-Face Race.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah, mm-hmm.
That asshole.
He bought the clinic earlier today
and he's firing all of us.
- Yes unfortunately.
- We need to get it back
but we don't have enough money.
Yeah, that's why, maybe,
is there a chance maybe you could help us.
So you're not
actually dying really.
Let me get this straight.
This clinic is going to
come under the ownership
of Bill Baby-Face Race?
- Yes.
- Dr. Bill the Millionaire?
- Yes.
- Yes.
And I'm not dying?
You're not dying.
- No, no, no.
- You're not.
- You're perfectly healthy.
- Yeah.
You're the healthiest we've ever seen.
Yes.
Yes, I am. I'm strong,
I'm really strong.
You're strong.
Wait, this can't happen.
Where am I gonna go when I get sick?
Where am I gonna go when
I actually have to die?
We all have to go somewhere when we die.
Well, if, if you help out our
clinic, we could still help.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
You know, you can come by anytime.
Mm-hmm. We just need a little funding.
Like just a couple million dollars.
Yes, just please don't let him
take over.
- A couple?
Please don't let him take over?
- Yes.
- Sounds like he already has!
Well, we need it to get back then.
I knew the three of you
when you first moved in here.
This place used to be a,
it used to be an old,
uh, you know, morgue.
Nothing more than that.
And when I got sick with her
and she had to come in here,
well, you know, that was
the last time I saw her
when you wheeled her
away in that wheelchair.
But then you told me what happened to her
and the condition she had.
And I trust you.
I know you couldn't have saved her.
Nobody could.
- We tried her best.
- Yes.
I know. I know.
- We're sorry.
- It's okay.
It happens.
Sometimes people leave
and they have to go away
and they go away for a long, long time.
Oh, but Bill Baby-Face Race.
The asshole Race.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You know what?
Hmm. This is an interesting proposition.
But I don't know if I'm
the man to help you.
What do you mean?
- What?
- I don't know
if I can help you.
Well, w-why? What, what's the problem?
You're the only one who can help us.
No. Who can help another person really.
Who can really help another person?
You think just because you're in bikinis.
I need to...
Just 'cause you're in bikinis.
"Oh, it's part of our healing process."
It is.
Yeah.
Yeah. That's the point
of the Bikini Clinic.
How do you, how do you heal a heart
that's been completely
severed open with a blade,
with a needle, with a cleaver.
But we can help you if you help us.
I come here, I'm told that I'm dying.
I'm told that I'm nothing
more than a dying man.
An old dying dog.
And you stand here and you
look at me in the eyes.
- You're healthy.
- Hmm?
All of you.
I'm not healthy. I'm the
sickest guy in this town.
I'm the sickest guy in this town.
My art, my poetry, my movies,
all of it means nothing.
If you don't have love,
you don't have anything.
She was here in this very bed. This bed.
And now it's empty.
You could make a change, Mr. Guillotine,
if you save Bikini Clinic.
Yeah.
We can make it called
Guillotine's Bikini Clinic.
Or we can bring her back.
Yeah.
Bring her back?
- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.
- Dig her up. Do some spells.
- Yeah.
- It's possible.
- Guillotine Clinic?
- Yeah.
Silence!
Nobody's able to bring
anybody back from the dead.
Not even you.
I'm sad now.
We can try.
Let me think about it, I'm...
- Please.
- I wish I could help you.
You can.
I look into your eyes, all of you,
and I just see pure artistry, beauty.
But who am I? This old coat.
We could get you a bikini too.
You could maybe.
Who wants to see me in a bikini?
Where's my hat?
- Someone.
It's never
too late to start over.
Where's my hat? I'm sad.
- Your hat?
- Someone took it off.
Which one of you took it off?
- Shh.
Mr. Guillotine, you could save me
from going back to the farm.
You could save-
I'd have to go
to the Valley.
- We don't wanna go back.
- I can't go back.
- I don't wanna go back
to the Diner again and deal
with those stupid people.
- The Diner?
The creeps.
Don't you wanna save her
from the creeps at the Diner
and the line cooks.
- Please come back.
And the dishwashers?
We can help you too.
Well, I think it's over, girls.
The heart is a curious organ.
I cannot help you.
How dare you lead me here.
You show me this thing?
You don't know what my
heart has been through.
- Please help us.
- Please. Come on.
This is our last chance.
- Please.
- Please save our clinic.
- That's all we need.
- The heart.
That's all that matters to us.
I can feel it growing
weaker by the moment.
We just wanna do Bikini Clinic.
- No. Everybody-
- Without the Bikini Clinic
we're nothing.
- At some point
in their lives, their
heart just stops beating.
- Mr. Guillotine, please.
- Please.
- Everybody has a moment-
- Please!
Where they have to confront life,
they have to confront death,
they have to confront all of this.
I feel you don't even mean it.
Do you mean it?
Do you really want me
to lean myself in here
to give you so much money,
to give you so...
- John, are you okay?
- My heart.
Go get the wheelchair.
- Oh, yes.
- No. He hates it.
What?
What?
- John?
- Oh my God, John?
- Wait.
Oh, no.
- Oh, my God.
- Get him him in here.
Get him in here.
- No he hates this thing.
- Pick him up.
- So? We can't carry him.
- Oh, shit.
We gotta
Ow. My heart.
- What is this?
- Inject him with that.
- It's experimental, but-
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- It'll cure anything.
- No! No!
Ah, ouch, ouch.
John?
Are you with us?
- We saved him.
- No way.
- We saved you.
- Yes!
How are you feeling?
We saved you.
- See? We saved you.
- What happened?
I told you we can help you.
We used this experimental
therapy that cures anything.
- Yeah.
- And we saved you.
We followed this, like, spell and made it.
How are you feeling? Oh, your hat.
Looking as new as ever.
I'm still alive.
- Yes.
- You, you saved me.
We did.
You saved me. You really did.
- Yes.
- Did I...?
You know, I, the last thing I remember
is I was walking down this hallway
and I saw these beautiful
lights you had at the clinic.
And I, I felt them growing
kind of brighter and brighter.
I felt like I was like
almost like in a movie.
Yeah. I know, it's beautiful.
- It was amazing.
- Yeah.
We were really scared.
- Yeah.
And then everything went
black and there was a tunnel
and there was like a light
at the end of the tunnel.
And, and I think I saw her
at the, at that tunnel.
And she was there and I
was just about to meet her.
And I was so happy.
And then, I mean, suddenly I, I woke up
and I was here and I was still alive.
'Cause you know, she said to me,
she said, "It's not your time yet, John.
It's not your time."
And it wasn't my time.
This is my time. This is my time.
This is your time too.
I think it has to be our time.
So what do you think?
- What do I think?
- Are you gonna help us?
I have a great idea.
You know what we need to do?
We need to get Bill Baby-Face Race here.
And we need to kick his ass.
- Yes.
- Yes.
- Yeah.
- Let's do this.
We need to kick his ass.
Oh, I've waited my whole life for this.
And you know what I'm gonna
do? I'm gonna buy this clinic.
- Mm!
- What?
I'm gonna buy this clinic.
How much does it cost?
- Seven million.
- Seven million?
Seven million, eight
million, nine million.
I'll sell my paintings.
I'll sell my organs.
I'll sell my poetry.
I'll sell my life to buy this clinic.
Seven million's nothing for
me. I have, it's not a problem.
I'm just joking.
But we'll get it. This is mine.
Ladies, let's get Dr. Race here.
Let's take care of him once and for all.
- Yay!
- Yes! Yes.
You know, ladies, this clinic
means everything to me.
All of you have helped me so much
and you're gonna help a lot of people.
Lana, I know you have had
a hard time saving people
but that's gonna change.
Under new management, this clinic,
you're gonna be head nurse. Okay?
Yay.
Tina, no more
secretarial duties for you.
I'm promoting you.
I am promoting you to chief surgeon.
- Surgeon?
- Yes.
Gina, you're gonna be doing the hardest
but most meaningful work.
We need you to run the incinerator.
Yes. I know you like that.
- Yes.
- We need, we need
- It means a lot.
- We need somebody
who can handle the job.
That's gonna be you.
- Okay. Thank you.
Now, Dr. Race has been a pain
in my side for a long time.
And I'm sorry to say,
but under new management,
I believe we have to
do something about him.
Um, I believe,
I believe he can be our first patient
that we, mm, how should I say it?
Take care of.
Are we ready to take care of him?
- Yep.
- Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Can you call him please?
- Yes.
- Let's do this.
- Call him.
- That phone.
Hi.
Um, why don't you come down to the clinic?
He's coming.
Action time.
Where is that son of a bitch?
Well, well, well.
Huh? Okay.
Got interesting friends.
Baby-Face Race.
- You know me?
- Yeah. Do I know you?
It's okay because in a few minutes
you're all going to be taken down.
What?
I like to shake the hand
of the man that I'm going to murder.
Are you kidding me?
I like to shake the hand of
the man that I'm gonna buy out.
Ladies?
Go! Go!
I've been thinkin',
I've been thinkin', I've been
thinkin' I've been thinkin'
I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout you
Oh, oh, oh, now here with me
Oh, oh, oh, please don't leave
Only you, you, you, you, you
I've been thinkin', I've
been thinkin' 'bout you
I've been thinkin' bout you, boy
Good work, ladies.
All I think about is you, boy
All I think about is you, boy
Say yeah
All I think about is you boy
All I think about is you, boy
My confidence is shootin' to the roof
Oh, oh, oh, now here with me
Oh, oh, oh, please don't leave
Only you, you, you, you, you
I've been thinkin', I've
been thinkin' 'bout you
I've been thinkin' 'bout you, boy
Thinkin'