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! Motherfucker! Orderly: I don't know. I'll check. Chev: Get back! Orderly: Take it easy! Chev: Do you understand fucking English? Orderly: Yes, I just don't know which drawer it's in. Chev: Come on, look! Give me the fucking 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 fuck?! Where the fuck 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: Asshole. 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 fuck 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 shit'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 shit'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, shit! 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]

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