Frankie and Alice Page #2

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Miss Murdoch?

Dr. Martinez to treatment room four.

Dr. Martinez to treatment room four.

Doctor, her file.

So...

Miss F.R. Murdoch.

Nope.

- You're not Murdoch?

- No, that's me.

It's just my middle name ain't R.

It's Lucinda.

Lucinda?

Lucinda... From the Latin,

Iucidus via Iucere, meaning "to shine".

An origin it shares with the word "lucid"

meaning "to think or see clearly."

It's a beautiful name.

Do I know you?

No, we've never met.

I'm Dr. Oswald.

Sh*t.

This one's pretty bad on my leg...

No... Wait...

You don't even know what you're doing.

Yes, I do. I'm a doctor.

Can you hold that?

Why do you think we've met?

I don't know.

Maybe you came to see me dance

or something.

You're a dancer?

Yup.

Ballet?

Exotic.

Exotic?

I'm a stripper.

Well...

How many times have you been admitted?

To Pearce or some place like it?

You knew your way

to the examination rooms.

You thought we'd met,

but you couldn't remember.

What else can't you remember?

What happens?

I get a little mixed up, that's all. Come on.

Let's get this show on the road, Doc.

You're in good shape.

Well, thank you.

What do you mean "mixed up"? Drugs?

Are you currently taking any medication?

Any recreational drug use?

That depends what you talking 'bout, Doc.

Benzodiazepine?

Methaqualone?

That's Valium and Quaaludes.

None of that sh*t.

Frankie got rules.

No smack, no blow, no speed.

LSD?

Did you hear what I said?

No!

I smoke a little reefer... That's it.

Look at my nose.

What were you doing running in traffic?

Were you being attacked?

You don't recall, do you?

I think we should keep you here for a while.

On what grounds?

Blood pressure, normal.

Indications of memory loss.

- No sign of nystagmus.

- Exactly, she was absolutely reeking

of alcohol, and yet,

there was no oscillation at all.

Completely smooth pursuit

at every deviation.

So she can hold her liquor...

Well, that certainly is interesting, Joe.

- Discharge her, please.

- No!

Does she pose a significant threat

to others?

- No.

- Is she gravely disabled?

- No.

- No. So she's out.

I'm sorry, Joe. I don't have the beds.

They found her in the middle of the street!

She has no recollection

of how she ended up there.

Come on, Joe. She's a stripper from Watts.

She was probably coked out of her mind.

Then keep her for three days.

Wait for the toxicology report.

Joe.

Don't you have a class?

Now, I thought you cut right back

on the clinical work.

- Yes.

- Doctor.

Look, we will patch her up

and we will send her home.

Let the cops handle it, please?

What?

Sh*t!

Hey, Hector.

gQu? pasa, jefe?

Your check bounced.

What?

- No, no, no. I got money in the bank.

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