My name is Abigail Russell.
I look like a slut, but don't be fooled.
This is merely a disguise to lure
the dangerous predators who walk among us.
This is their jungle, their breeding ground.
And tonight, I am on the hunt.
These are the cheaters.
The married, lying scum.
They are like diseased cells, cultured in alcoholic Petri dishes
that destroy unsuspecting families.
And infect millions of innocent vaginas.
There is no cure for the married cock.
Only me.
The nurse.
Your money's no good here.
Two.
Hmm.
Till death do us part.
What would your wife think?
I always give them one last chance.
So, you got a name? I mean, what should I call you?
Call me whatever the fuck you want.
Hey, come on. Give me that back.
Beautiful family.
You're a very lucky man.
Okay. Okay, give me the wallet back.
Fred W. Ward the Second from Ridgewood, New Jersey.
Boring.
I get it. Really.
No, I don't think you do, Fred.
You see, I'm all about a man with a ring.
So, Fred from Ridgewood, New Jersey,
are you a no-good cheating son of a bitch?
Yes.
Yes, absolutely.
And your beautiful wife, how does she feel about your behavior?
My wife?
She's got no fucking clue.
I'm afraid she will now.
Ow! Shit!
Did you bite me?
God, no. Just a small laceration to the femoral artery.
You crazy bitch.
Don't be such a pussy, Fred.
- What the fuck? - So, here's the deal.
At the rate you're bleeding, you'll be dead in a few minutes.
And your wife and those two beautiful girls,
they won't be scarred by a cheating sack of shit like yourself.
Pay close attention now.
You have a couple of choices.
You could either head down those stairs...
However, in approximately 90 seconds, you'll lose all consciousness.
Or...
You can take the fast way down.
From the time I was a young child,
I was taught there is no higher calling
than helping those who cannot help themselves.
I work at one of the great institutions of healing.
All Saints Hospital.
The men here take the doctor-patient relationship very seriously.
When they say, "Open wide,"
you might want to make sure they are wearing pants.
We each get a newbie to mentor here at All Saints.
This is mine.
Danni Rogers.
She reminds me a lot of myself when I first started.
She has the looks, the insecurities,
and emotional credentials to really make a difference.
This is our story.
And for you nurses out there, lighten up.
You do your job your way, and I'll do my job mine.
I love my fucking job.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am Dr. Robert Morris,
the chief of staff here at All Saints.
And on behalf of the administration, I want to welcome you,
and let you know that
we consider our nursing staff to be the backbone of this hospital.
You are our angels of mercy.
And now I would like to introduce to you
the real person in charge here.
The head nurse, Betty Watson.
Welcome to All Saints Memorial.
This is a momentous day for each and every one of you.
For today, you join the elite fraternity
of healers known as the Nurses Corps.
Now get over here, let me make it official.
Mom!
We are so proud of you.
Congratulations.
Thank you, Mom.
I was so nervous up there. I'm so glad that's over.
Hi.
Abby!
We are so lucky to have you.
Abby, this is my mom. Abby's been such an inspiration to me.
You have such a special daughter here.
- Thank you. - Champagne.
For the lady of the hour. Congratulations, baby.
- I'm so proud of you. - Thank you.
Abby, this is my boyfriend Steve.
- Hi. - Abby Russell.
And you must be the esteemed Dr. Larry Cook.
Yes.
Well, enjoy the moment.
See you in the halls.
I'll see you. Bye.
To Danni.
This is Danni's boyfriend. Steve.
I guess he wasn't smart enough to go to medical school
so he did the next best thing.
He gets to wear a uniform and drive a big truck.
Hello?
Is someone in here?
You scared the hell out of me. You're crazy.
We'll get in trouble.
What's gotten into you?
I can't believe we're doing this.
Why don't you just move in with me?
We can do this whenever we want.
- Move in? - Yeah.
What?
That's a big commitment.
What does that mean?
I have a new job, my mom's husband is an asshole.
I have all this shit going on right now.
Baby, what am I missing? What shit?
Are you kidding me? Do you not listen to me when we talk?
Where...
Ooh! Whoa!
Someone is in here having sex with a very gorgeous biracial man.
So I'm just gonna be on my way, but consider this your break.
You're back in five. You.
Take as much time as you need because my break is up next. Ow!
Ooh, I knew she was nasty. I knew it.
Danni, listen to me. Hey...
Look, I love you.
Okay, just tell me what it is that I'm not getting.
Just forget it.
Their car was toast.
High velocity impact, driver's side.
Here's your driver.
Hey! You're not a fucking spectator.
Get in the game.
This was the first time Danni had ever seen anything like this.
She lost her virginity and the blood flowed.
She needed to see some carnage.
It's part of being a nurse.
This job is more than sticking thermometers in butts and looking pretty.
It's our job to take care of the problems, not make the problems.
If you can't do this, work in a doctor's office, okay?
You think about it. Don't be here if you can't do the job.
That Dr. Pigface Morris.
He loves breaking in the new girls.
You could see the bulge in his pants.
I wanted to comfort Danni, to hold her,
to tell her that everything would be all right.
But Danni ran to her boyfriend instead.
No, I can handle it.
Steve, I called you for support, not to get a lecture.
I gotta go, I'll call you back.
Steve, now is not the time.
Goodbye.
You okay?
I don't know what happened.
They were everywhere, I just froze.
It happens to all of us.
The first big one's always tough.
But, hey, nobody died tonight.
- Does it get any easier? - No.
But after a while, you start to realize
that whatever you're going through,
it's 100 times worse for that person on the gurney.
I graduated first in my class. I never got lower than a 97 on any exam.
I know what I'm doing.
Dr. Morris, shit. He was so pissed.
He's always pissed. It wasn't just you.
Come on.
We'll grab drinks after I shower.
What's wrong?
That's Larry's car.
That fucking scumbag, I knew he was cheating on my mom.
Wait here.
See you again, Dr. Cook.
Thank you. Thanks a lot.
Larry?
I thought you were at a conference in Boston.
Uh... Yeah, Danni. It finished up early.
So you called my mom,
your wife, and told her that you're gonna stop by the Fairmont?
Hey! Get your hand off of me, son of a bitch.
You're out of line.
Here you go.
I can't. I can't have another shot, Abby.
It's so easy. Put your head back.
Yes.
That's it.
Come on, let's go dance.
Abby!
I wasn't sure you were gonna wake up.
Where am I?
My apartment.
Jesus, really?
God, the last thing I remember was downing a drink at that club.
How much did I drink?
Where did I get this? I don't think I want to know.
Are you looking for these?
Yeah. Thank you.
God, I don't even remember leaving the club last night.
Shit, did I ever call Steve back?
Don't worry, I texted him from your phone.
As you.
I wasn't sure if he knew about your drinking.
How do you like your coffee?
You seem like a milk and sugar kind of girl.
Here. Call in sick.
Spend the day with me. We'll have so much fun.
Abby, it's my first week, I can't.
It's a hospital. People get sick all the time.
Sound sick.
Abby, I feel like shit, but I'm not sick.
Look, I have to go.
Have you seen my clothes anywhere?
I can't wear this to work.
Danni was getting all weird. Not a "thank you."
She was so worried Steve might find out
that Danni got fucked by a total stranger.
And she's trying so hard to remember if she did it or not.
And if that's not enough, she's wondering if I was a part of the fun.
Here, you can have this.
I was gonna give it away anyways.
Oh, my God, thank you so much.
Either way, she'll tell herself the whole thing was a dream.
But I won't let her get away with that.
No, this was no dream.
Could we just pretend last night never happened?
How about next time we just do, like,
lunch and shopping or something?
She got fucked and she liked it.
She can't turn her back on that.
I won't let her.
Neighbor! Hey, neighbor!
Hey, haven't seen you around much.
My schedule's been murder. What happened to your hand?
Carpal tunnel.
Well, I hope it's from having fun.
No, I mean, not what you're thinking.
I worry about you going out alone.
There's a lot of creeps out there, and you look kind of, you know...
Slutty?
No, never. But guys might get the wrong idea.
It's dangerous out there. I see dead people all the time.
You transport cadavers to the anatomy lab.
You work with dead people, Jared.
Yeah, but they weren't always dead.
Some of them were killed.
I'm just saying, I've seen some nasty shit.
And if you need protection, I'd be happy to accompany you.
You're such a gentleman. I'll be fine.
You have a good night, Jared.
You, too.
75 Rockefeller.
I knew Danni's prick stepfather was a psychiatrist.
I also knew he was a fucking scumbag.
But I'm a hands-on kind of girl,
and since I'm here, it can't hurt to deal with some of my own shit.
We've covered a lot of ground for our first session.
What is it that gives you so much anxiety?
I feel there's something you're not telling me.
I'm an addict.
That's more common than you think in the health care profession.
What is it that you're addicted to?
Men.
There's nothing wrong with desiring men at your age.
No, Doctor, I'm not desiring men.
I'm addicted to them.
My mommy and I loved going to visit Daddy at his office.
I want you to put on your best smile for Daddy.
Okay, go on in.
Daddy worked very hard.
He was very dedicated to his practice.
He was a great influence on me.
Even now, the way I live my life, the men I choose,
is a tribute to that man.
It sounds like you had a perfect family.
Dr. Cook.
Do you think you could help me?
Curing addiction doesn't happen overnight, it's a process.
There are sex addiction programs
and treatment centers that I can recommend.
And we'll continue to work on it here in our sessions.
That's all the time we have. Same time next week?
And if you need me sooner...
Here's my cell.
Dr. Cook.
I feel pretty confident with you at my side.
I can lick this.
Hi, Tony.
Good morning! Good morning, Doctor.
I'm fine, thanks. I hope I don't look that tired.
I don't know, I couldn't get to sleep.
Good morning, Regina.
I guess the paramedic liked your storage closet
because somebody got flowers, girlfriend, and it wasn't me.
Huh.
I can't remember the last time I got some damn flowers.
I don't know why I can't get my husband to send me something.
I mean, I give him good sex, too. I got a great rack.
No offense.
You are lucky I was on call.
Gunshot victim. Internal bleeding.
We drained him, sewed up the pulmonary lining.
But to prevent the sack from reopening,
we have to keep him immobilized.
I want him on Vecuronium. Start him on 6 cc's.
Now, if he so much as twitches, you let me know
immediately, and we'll up his dosage.
- Understood. - Hmm.
Six cc's.
Sorry.
The Vercu?
Hey, Michelle. I need 6 cc's of Vecuronium.
Okay. I'll get it for you.
Bumpy start for us, Rogers.
But I've got a feeling you'll fit in perfectly.
Keep it up.
Thanks, Mel.
Thanks, Danni.
As I watched Danni's little round ass,
the same one that I had eaten the night before,
prior to finger-fucking her to six orgasms,
and when I saw those tacky $10 flowers from dickless little Steve,
I couldn't control myself.
Fuck him. Fuck her.
I'm not some fuck toy to be played with and tossed aside.
She needs me. Whether she knows it or not.
I'm so clumsy.
It's okay. Just be careful.
I'll replace the vase.
It's fine. Here.
I'm sorry. The flowers are beautiful.
Did he fuck up?
We just had a disagreement.
Do you want to talk about it? Just us girls?
Steve's now pressuring me to move in.
Don't ever let a man pressure you.
He's a really good guy.
They all start that way.
How well do you know Steve?
We met back when we were freshmen in college,
but we just started dating a couple years ago.
He was really there for me when my father passed away.
What happened to him?
Car accident.
Drunk driver.
I'm so sorry.
I know how you feel.
I lost my father when I was eight years old.
Hold out your hand.
This is an extra key to my apartment.
Why? What for?
If you ever need your own space,
or you just want to get away from Larry or Steve,
it's there for you.
Thank you.
You know, funny enough, Larry's the reason I go home.
I don't want to leave him alone with my mother.
Steve just doesn't understand that.
I understand.
You want to protect your mother.
Every daughter does.
Hi, Larry.
Hi.
I can call you Larry? Is that okay?
I mean, office hours are over.
Of course, of course.
Is there something wrong?
- Can you give me a ride? - Sure.
Do you want me to call somebody about your car?
No, my car is fine.
It's my addiction.
It's happening again.
We should go somewhere and discuss this.
Yes. Yes, please.
Your house?
Um, no. No, we can't go there.
Oh. Right.
Wifey.
And so the dedicated husband,
esteemed author, learned educator and renowned therapist
took me to an alley to fuck.
I wonder if he's going to bill me for the session.
So, you are officially my favorite client.
I'd say we're having a breakthrough.
There's a hotel around the corner.
What's wrong with right here?
Your wife ever tie you up, Larry?
No.
What the fuck?
Larry, I've just injected you with 4 cc's of Vecuronium.
So relax.
Wow. That was fast.
It's already paralyzed your arms.
And soon, it will make it impossible for you
to move any other part of your body.
And while Vecuronium is slightly more expensive than its competition,
it produces few adverse side effects.
It simply paralyzes you.
You look so adorable strapped in like that.
Here, allow me.
So, let's make this a happy event.
Once you're gone, your wife will inherit lots and lots of money.
She will never know what a creep you were.
You won't get caught.
So you see, Larry, this is a win-win.
And as I watched the monster about to die,
I knew I'd done the right thing.
This would set things right for me and Danni.
It was a perfect jumping-off point.
The very thing for me and Danni to build on.
I felt a new beginning.
There was actually moisture trickling down my leg.
Larry made me come, after all.
Holy shit!
Lady, you got a cell? Call 911.
Directory assistance. City and listing, please.
In Manhattan. The number of Maestro's.
Thank you. We'll connect you.
Hello, Maestro's.
Can you tell me the specials of the evening?
We've got a very nice seafood risotto and a lobster bisque.
Sounds so good.
And we've got some portobello-stuffed ravioli
in a bechamel sauce with sauteed shiitake mushrooms.
Shiitake mushrooms? Wow.
It's just me, Jared.
Oh. It's kind of late to be getting in.
Go back to bed, Jared.
You're the best man I know.
I returned home on a high.
An orgasm and a great meal at Maestro's.
Jesus.
Danni, are you all right?
Larry was killed tonight.
It's okay, it's okay.
I'll take care of you now.
My mother's sedated. My aunt said she'd call me if she needs me.
I just had to get out of there. I'm a mess.
I'm sorry, I just didn't know where else to go.
You came to the right place.
You'll stay with me.
Thanks, but I was just on my way to Steve's.
I just really needed to talk.
I think I'm gonna move in with him.
Danni, you've been traumatized.
Now is not the right time to make that kind of a decision.
He cares about me. I think he really wants to understand me.
I understand you.
Nobody understands you like I understand you.
Nobody.
Now, forget about this Steve.
He's just some loser you fucked in college.
You're a nurse now. Grow up already!
Why are you being like this?
Being like what?
I have to leave.
So that was it.
Nobody will ever understand you like I do.
And you were right. Larry was a pig.
I just hope his dick got sliced off
when he went through the windshield.
I never told you he was in a car crash.
Miss Rogers.
Detective Ed Rogan.
I'm really sorry for your loss.
I'm working on your stepfather's case.
Post mortem and tox came in.
I might have some questions down the road
so I wanted to introduce myself.
This probably isn't the best time.
Probably.
I needed to speak with anybody
who saw your stepfather the day he was killed.
Got to roll with the punches here.
Well, if there's anything you can think I might need to know,
I would appreciate you calling me.
I can't think of anything I need to tell you about him.
Well, again, I'm really sorry for your loss.
Just give me a second.
Why were you speaking with that cop?
I was a patient of Larry's.
He meant a lot to me.
I never mentioned it to you.
Please, give your mother my best.
And as simple as that, I left her.
I had to get back to work
and this mentoring thing was becoming a distraction.
I wasn't myself.
But I would have never guessed what was coming at me next.
Good morning! Isn't it a lovely day to smile?
Good morning. Have a wonderful day, okay?
Good morning! Oh, darn.
Good morning. How are we today?
We are peeing in a bag.
Oh! How convenient!
Would you look at this?
What?
This damn lady with these smiley face stickers.
There are no smiley face people here.
You think this man pushing his bladder in a bag feels like smiling?
Probably not.
You think me having to change that bag is making me want to smile?
Definitely not.
No. Hell no. I hate these smiley face people.
I tell you what, she better not bring her ass down here
because I will punch that bitch right in her face.
See who's smiling then.
Oh, shit, here she comes.
Look down, I mean, don't look up.
Act like you're doing something.
Don't look up. Don't look up.
Shit.
Good morning, Regina.
How did you know my name?
Well, I know everything. I'm the new HR director.
Plus, you're wearing a nametag. Right there.
I can see it.
So, you can fire my ass.
It's only my first day. Give me some time.
That's not funny, honey.
We got a lot of work to do around here, okay?
We don't got time to be happy.
So how can I help you, Miss Adams?
Thank you for asking. I'm looking for Abigail Russell.
She's doing her rounds. 431.
Thank you.
Oh, no, I'm...
- Have a wonderful day. - What's...
See, no, honey, I'm not really the smiley face type.
Do you have an angry face?
Hello. Have a good day!
Abby?
Hi, Rachel Adams. I just started up in Human Resources.
- Welcome aboard. - Oh! Thank you. You look that.
You know, you look really familiar. Where did you grow up?
Right here in New York. You?
A few miles away. Paramus.
Can't say I've ever been.
Gosh darn it, you look familiar.
Where did you go to college?
Syracuse. How about you?
Rutgers.
Oh, well, we'll figure it out.
Well, it looks like you're very busy.
Yay! So, when you get a moment,
I'd like to go over the schedules,
make sure that we're staffed properly.
- Okay, I'll drop by to see you. - Okay.
Thank you.
Oh! Oh!
I just realized who you look like.
Anybody good?
Well, no one you'd know. My next door neighbor Sarah.
They put her in Sunnyview Institute when she was just a kid.
The last time I saw her, she was putting her mother's house up for sale.
But that was a few years ago.
Well, if I run into someone who looks like me,
I'll make sure to send your regards.
Hey, you got any more of those smiley face stickers?
I'll bet they'd really cheer up some of my patients.
Of course! Aw!
Thank you.
You're the spitting image of Sarah Price. Just so you know.
Wowee!
University of Syracuse. Hmm.
Oh, my God. You scared me.
Is everything all right?
It's been quite a first day. That was interesting.
I'm so sorry.
It sounds like you could use a drink.
You want to meet up later tonight?
Sure.
The Sutton?
It's a date!
- Girls' night! - Mmm-hmm.
- Hello? - Hey.
Do you want something?
I thought you might like to join me and the new HR girl.
We're gonna go grab a drink.
I'm busy.
I feel like you've been avoiding me. Where are you right now?
I'm at Steve's. We're having dinner at his house.
Really? You need some help with that big bag?
I was truly confused by Danni's behavior.
Larry was her stepfather.
She hated the guy.
He's gone and she's mad at me.
I failed as a mentor.
She failed as a friend.
Game on.
Hey, baby. Didn't hear you come in.
Hi, babe. Hey.
Hi.
Can you get me my water bottle?
- Yeah, sure. - Thank you.
What are you doing here still?
Just trying to get out the door. I'm running late.
Looking at porn?
No, I'm just clearing spam. Baby, you have to get a better firewall.
You good? What's up with you?
Just need you to hold me.
Sure, baby, but I can't guarantee
that it won't turn into something else.
You okay? What's going on?
It's Abby. She...
I found out she was a fucking patient of Larry's.
Okay, and?
Well, we are...
We were getting close and she never told me that.
Since when did you guys become close?
We're not, she thinks we are.
And she should have told me about that.
I mean, she knew how I felt about Larry.
Danni, is there something else going on between you guys?
Like what?
Like, you're having other issues and reading into things.
Who's that?
It's the captain.
He's pissed.
Look, baby, I know this is something that you need to talk about
and I want to hear it.
Just go. Go to work.
I do want to talk about whatever it is that's bothering you.
It can wait, okay?
Okay.
All right. I'll see you later.
Is that Danni?
Hi, Danni! Hi, Rachel.
Danni, say hi.
- Hi, Danni. Hi, I'm with Sarah. - Hey.
I'm not with Sarah, I'm with Abby.
I keep calling her Sarah because she looks like Sarah,
but she's not Sarah, she's Abby.
Abby, say hi. Say hi, Abby.
Hey.
Cheers, okay.
So many cheers to you and to everybody in the world.
Are you okay?
Danni, no...
Um...
Rachel.
Rachel, look behind you.
Rachel, behind you.
You go, girl!
Behind you! No, no! Behind you, look!
Look, no, no, no. Look behind you! Look behind you!
No, look, look. Rachel, look!
911, what's your emergency?
Hi, I think I just saw someone being killed.
It was online, they skyped me.
Abby Russell, she lives off of Queens Boulevard in Long Island City.
It's 1501 17th Street.
Abby Russell. And she's the victim?
No, she's the killer!
It's happening right now. You have to send somebody now.
Miss, we're dispatching a unit right now.
Rachel's been looking for a reason to cause trouble.
Sticking her smiley little face into places it shouldn't be.
That's not the kind of things friends do to each other, is it, Danni?
Poor Rachel.
It looks like someone won't be at work tomorrow.
Oh, my God.
All right, Miss Rogers, I think I got it.
You'll just wait here a moment, Detective Rogan will be with you
when he finishes his interview.
He's gonna have some questions.
If you'll excuse me, miss.
Danni called the cops on me. Pathetic.
So I told the big, black stud cop
that Danni was a damaged little girl
and how much it pained me to see her this way.
I'm not sure, but I might have even squeezed out a tear.
You are lucky.
Your friend's not pressing charges.
You can't just call 911 and accuse someone of murder.
Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?
I saw her raising the needle to Rachel's neck.
Rachel Owens is fine.
She drank too much.
She was passed out on Abby's couch.
Abby's taunting me. She's doing this to fuck with me.
Abby Russell seems to think you're obsessed with her.
Said you broke into her apartment the night your stepfather died,
that you must have made a copy of her key.
She gave me a copy of her key.
Why would she give you a key?
She suggests you wanted to be more than just friends.
It isn't like that.
It's not like that?
What is it like? Huh?
Is it like this?
Or is it like that?
Huh?
Here's another one.
You guys.
This is my favorite one.
She says you're obsessed with her.
She drugged me. I ran a blood test.
I had rufilin in my system.
Can you prove it?
Word of advice, stay away from Abby Russell.
She killed my stepfather. She told me to my face, she killed him.
Yeah, I read your report. Here.
This word. Can you pronounce it for me?
Vecuronium.
Huh. Vecuronium.
What is that?
It's a paralytic drug.
Well, the autopsy report shows your stepfather had it in his system.
Why would Larry inject himself with a paralytic drug?
He wouldn't. It paralyzes you.
Well, someone did.
My boys down in the lab, they're never wrong.
And something else is biting at me.
The same day your stepfather died, you signed out the same drug.
How crazy is that? Huh?
Any reason I shouldn't be digging up your stepfather?
You can go.
I can only imagine what you're thinking.
No, you can't.
- Steve, please, I'm telling the truth. - You're telling me the truth?
So, you're telling me that somebody photoshopped those pictures up there?
And somebody else forged your signature at the hospital.
- Steve... - You think I'm stupid, Danni?
- I know it looks bad. - Jesus!
It's not like that, though. It's not like that.
And you've been fucking around on me with Abby.
I haven't. You know me, I wouldn't do that.
Steve.
She's a liar, Steve. She's a fucking liar. She made all of it up, okay?
Can't hear you. She made it all up.
You know me.
I won't be home tonight.
Steve!
Don't do this.
I didn't really know who else to turn to.
It's just...
So, you're the nurse from All Saints that called about Sarah Price?
I am.
Man, you know, I haven't thought about Sarah since she left here when she was 18.
Why was she here?
Poor kid, you know.
She was only eight years old when her mom walked in on her dad at the office.
He was playing hide the snake with his nurse.
Robert.
How could you?
Could you wait outside? Mommy and Daddy need to talk.
Yeah, go on outside, honey.
I told you never to barge into my office.
Never again, you understand?
When the father's nurse testified in support of Sarah's mom,
the state sent the little girl here.
So, what happened to Sarah?
Sarah was a very complicated kid.
Kind of stuck to herself most of the time.
Cutest thing, though.
You know, she used to always walk around with this doll.
It was a nurse's doll.
What happened to her?
About a year later, the mom committed suicide.
Sarah had no other family.
One of the nurses here, she became like her guardian angel.
Janet Russell. She and Sarah were inseparable.
Sarah used to follow her all around the institution.
They developed quite the mother-daughter bond.
As a matter of fact, when Sarah was released, she went and lived with Janet.
When Janet retired, she just stopped coming around.
It's like she just disappeared.
Not sure whatever happened to Sarah.
Dr. Morris, I got your message.
What's the issue you want to discuss?
One of our young nurses had some troubling things to say about you, Abby.
Well, you know I can be a little tough on the new girls.
Well, this sounded a bit more than tough.
I'm considering my options.
Either I can look into this complaint by the sensitive young nurse,
maybe bring the matter up before the board...
Or?
Or I provide you with an opportunity
to show yourself in a different light.
Let's go someplace private where we can talk.
You're fucking crazy.
What the fuck?
Let me get some toys.
You know, life is all about choices, Dr. Morris.
You chose to have a wife and a family.
And I'm guessing that your kids will be quite messed up.
Now, that is so unfair.
These are just children, Doctor.
Pure, innocent souls.
So, here are your choices.
We can gouge your cheating eyes out.
Or do we cut out your heart?
That is assuming you have one.
Stay with me, John.
No, no.
Let's get rid of Mr. Weenie.
So he can't cheat on Mrs. Whiney anymore.
And by the way,
Mr. Weenie is looking very teenie right now.
Fuck you.
Should we go for it?
No, no, no!
Yeah?
Fucking Christ!
No.
Fucking insane.
Shh!
No, no!
I say we start with your arms.
No, no, no!
Nurses' station, this is Regina.
Regina, it's Danni Rogers.
I need to talk to Rachel from Human Resources and I don't have her cell.
Can you look it up for me?
Yeah, because I don't have nothing else to do.
I'm not an operator.
Come on, Regina, it's important.
You can look it up in the employee directory.
The operator won't give it out.
Anything else?
And by the way, I saw your cute little boyfriend roaming the halls.
I will let him get a little taste of this until your skinny ass gets back here.
I could grow that boy up real quick. Okay, wait. No, here it is.
How about this, girl? They got it listed under "Smiley Face Bitch."
Regina, can you connect me?
Yeah, I can connect you.
It would be my pleasure.
Because I don't have a damn thing else to do.
Come on, Rachel.
What?
Oh, my God.
Really, now?
I'm gonna take a cold shower.
Hello, sweet thing.
What did you do to Rachel?
I was going to ask you the same thing.
Her blood is in your car.
So is her phone.
Where is she?
She didn't show up at work today.
I think something's going around.
I sure hope Steve doesn't catch it tonight.
Hey, it's Steve. You know what to do.
Steve, listen, I know you don't believe me,
but you have to stay away from Abby, okay?
She's dangerous. You have to trust me.
Abby?
Hey, Abby?
Move!
Excuse me, ma'am?
Here!
Hey, it's Steve. You know what to do.
Shit.
We'll catch up. All right? All right, man, talk to you later.
You okay, buddy?
Hang tough, we're gonna take care of you, man.
Detective Rogan, it's Danni Rogers.
Look, I know you think I'm obsessed with
Abby Russell, but please just hear me out.
Abby Russell is, in reality, Sarah Price.
Call the Sunnyview Institute.
Check it out for yourself, you'll find out the truth.
Regina!
Regina, Regina, Regina.
Have you seen Steve?
Girl, get your sex drive in check.
I'm being serious. Fuck.
Where is Steve?
- Get out of my face. - Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
This is a hospital, not the damn roller derby.
What's going on with the two of you?
Danni, you know better. You don't air your dirty laundry at work.
Move, bitch!
You settle down, girl.
You're not going anywhere, Sarah.
- Who? - You lied about your father.
You lied about everything.
- Hands off of me! - Don't you touch her.
You've ruined everything, you bitch.
Whoa, whoa. Abby. What's going on?
Danni Rogers is after me. Please call for help.
Okay, hold on. Just wait right here.
This is Daniels up on seven. Danni Rogers just assaulted Abby Russell.
Call NYPD.
Ah!
No! Call the police.
Shit, let's go.
Abby, stop!
Hey. Hey, stop it. Enough.
What the fuck is going on?
Sarah, you don't have to do this.
I can help you.
You're sick, Sarah. Let's get you better.
I care about you.
You had your chance to be my friend!
Hey!
Danni!
- Danni! - Get off of me, Steve.
Danni, calm down.
Let go of me.
Listen to me! Relax!
What the hell is going on? What is going on?
Steve, you have to believe me, okay?
She's crazy, she's a killer. She...
- Abby? - Yes, Abby's a killer. She's...
She's gone.
Abby!
Get it open. Go!
It's not working. She fucking locked it!
Hey! What the hell? Are you fucking crazy?
Come on! Open the door!
She's saying something.
What the fuck?
Steve, look at me, okay? It's gonna be okay.
- Stay with me. - Behind you.
Shit.
Look at me.
Please, help me.
Oh, my God.
Bring a gurney.
Okay, go, go, go!
Prep two, now.
Joan, get this patient down to surgery. I gotta take care of...
Abby!
Oh, my God.
You heard. It was a nightmare.
Who the fuck are you? Huh?
Should I call you Sarah?
I don't care who the hell you are.
You're under arrest in connection to the death of Larry Cook.
I thought we had a connection, you and I.
Shit.
We fucked.
End of story.
All right, I don't know who the fuck you are,
but you have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.
Look, if it's money you want, you can have everything I've got.
Shut the fuck up. Anything you say...
Please, don't shoot me.
Leave me alone!
- You crazy bitch. - Please!
Oh, my God. I warned you it's dangerous out alone.
Jared, you had no choice. You did what you had to do.
Should we call the police? We should call the police.
No, listen to me.
He's dead.
You were just protecting me.
- Fuck, he's a fucking cop! - Jared.
We can handle this.
We just need to make this go away.
The police are gonna turn things around like this
and make you look like the bad guy.
And you know what they do to cop killers.
Jared, you did the right thing.
Thank you for being there for me.
I can make this go away.
Thank you, Jared. You saved my life.
There are two sides to every story.
Some would see this chapter of my life as the work of a sick woman.
The way I see it, everybody's better off.
The wives, the kids and their bank accounts.
A few less scumbags to spread unhappiness.
My work here is done.
Can I help you?
Hey there, good morning.
I'm Rachel Owens.
Oh. You're the new HR lady.
Dr. Bailey's expecting you. Down the hall on the left.
You are such a dear.
Thank you.
And you have a wonderful day, okay?