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Police:
Sure that's the guy?

Hospital staff:
Yeah.

...

[Chev runs into the room of a comatose patient]

Chev:
This room's clear.

Hospital security:
Yo, yo, yo! [Chev gives chase] Yo! Stop! Stop! Jerk-off!

Chev:
Coming through! [Points gun at hospital orderly pushing a cart] I know you motherfuckers have epinephrine. Clear the hallway! I'm having a bad day. Tell me you've got epinephrine on this cart!

Orderly:
You all right?

Chev:
Tell me you've got epinephrine! Motherf***er!

Orderly:
I don't know. I'll check.

Chev:
Get back!

Orderly:
Take it easy!

Chev:
Do you understand f***ing English?

Orderly:
Yes, I just don't know which drawer it's in.

Chev:
Come on, look! Give me the f***ing epinephrine!

Orderly:
I don't know where it is, man!

Chev:
What is this, a rest home? What are you doing?! Hurry up! Get back!

Orderly:
We can't treat without insurance. I don't know if I have it, give me a second!

Hospital security:
Put the weapon down!

Chev:
What the f***?! Where the f*** is it? My heart!

Orderly:
What?

Chev:
My heart!

Orderly:
Yeah, yeah.

Hospital security:
Drop your weapon now! What do you think you're doing? This is...

Chev:
Shut up! You! Gimme the epinephrine? Don't even think about it!

Orderly:
Albuterol... Flortab... Epinephrine! Here it is! I've got it! Here you go.

Chev:
Gimme that.

Orderly:
A**hole.

Chev:
I'm not gonna tell you again. ...all right? Just be quiet. Juice me.

Orderly:
Juice?

Chev:
Do it.

Orderly:
All right.

Chev:
Come on! I haven't got all day. Okay, I need both of them to... Give them to me.

Orderly:
One. Two. Clear!

Chev:
Get the f*** back! Get out! [Orderly defibrillates Chev causing him to shoot backwards into the elevator and the doors close] How much of this stuff did he say to take? [Chev becomes hyper-adrenalised and runs maniacally out of the hospital]

...

Doc Miles:
Chevy, we're in the air, man. Did you get the stuff?

Chev:
Got it.

Doc Miles:
Did you take it?

Chev:
Yup.

Doc Miles:
You took the whole thing.

Chev:
Yup.

Doc Miles:
I said one 5th. The sh*t's gonna kill you.

Chev:
Right.

Doc Miles:
Chest on fire?

Chev:
Check.

Doc Miles:
But you're cold.

Chev:
Check.

Doc Miles:
And you've got a steel hard on, don't you?

Chev:
Let me check. Check.

Doc Miles:
Your blood vessels are stimulated. Urinary sphincter's so tight, you couldn't piss to save your life.

Chev:
Urinary sphincter, check!

Doc Miles:
Get some Vicodin. You at the hospital?

Chev:
Negative.

Doc Miles:
Get some grass. That sh*t'll be out of your system in 30 minutes, or it'll kill you. This is costing me a fortune. I'll call you in 20 minutes when we land.

Chev:
Copy.

Doc Miles:
Hey, Chevy? You're a good dude. Been nice knowing you.

Chev:
Copy, out.

...

[Chev is walking along downtown street and watches news coverage of himself and a man notices at Chev's protruding erection with Chev glaring at him then averts eyes back to TV in fear]

Newscaster:
Some medical emergency. Police have declined to name the man they say is still at large, on a citywide rampage that has left one man dead, dozens injured, and hundreds of thousands of dollars of damage... in it's smoking, bloody wake. The suspect is a professional killer... with ties to organized crime and a long police record. He is considered armed and highly dangerous. We now continue with regularly scheduled programming, but stay tuned for continuing coverage of this bizarre story, as it unfolds... [Chev then walks up to a police highway patrolman on a motorcycle and steals his firearm]

Patrolman:
Oh, sh*t!

Chev:
Take it easy. Get back, pig!

Patrolman:
I... just give me the...

Chev:
Come on, then. Let's see you run, piggy. Come on, piggy.

Patrolman:
Give me the gun. Let's talk this over.

Chev:
Yeah, you want it? There. Let's go, come on. [[Chev steals the motorcycle with the patrolman hanging and sparks flying from boots and Chev drives off and deliberately crashes the motorcycle]