nurse.
Id hurried home
from a medical convention.
At first glance,
everything looked the same.
It wasnt.
Something evil had taken
possession of the town.
These two.
Here you are.
Thank you, sir.
There you are.
Thank you.
Morning, Mr. Fisher.
Doc!
Hiya, Sally.
Hi. Welcome home.
Im glad youre back.
Hows Mickey and the baby?
Fine, but everybody else
in Santa Mira needs a doctor.
Youve got an office
Meet The Fockers Script
You must do something!
Baby is coming!
Yeah. I know baby is coming!
Miss, youve to stay calm
and take deep breaths, okay?
Myra, I need a doctor here
right now.
I am working on it.
Youre not a doctor?
No, I am a nurse.
You are man
and you are nurse?
What kind of man is nurse?
Look, folks,
Im a professional, okay?
I know exactly what Im doing,
so just trust me,
everythings g
H20
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT - SUBURBIA
Langley, Illinois. A quiet suburb located fifty miles
outside of Chicago.
SUPER the legend: "Langley, Illinois. October 28th 1998"
A HOUSE
nestled in the middle of a tree-lined street. A Honda Civic
pulls into a darkened driveway, the headlights are
extinguished...
PAMELA WHITTINGTON, a middle-aged woman in full registered
nurse attire, emerges from the
nursing home!
li
Thats great copy, Vic.
li
Im a publicist, not a magician.
li
You want big news,
you have to have big fights.
li
A superhero needs a supervliIain,
and thanks to you weve got none Ieft.
- Then get the Death Man.
- Death Man is dead.
- Okay. Father Doom.
- Life without paroIe.
ApocaIyptos doing years.
Armagezmos in exlie.
- Baron Von Chaos got the chair.
- Realiy?
Casanova Frank
practical,
and yet elegant.
Thank you.
What?
What?
Dont call me
about coming back!
Mrs. Palino? Richie Nix.
You were my foster mum for a while.
Got a collection of old
Elvis vinyls I left here...
a while back.
My girlfriend shes a big Elvis fan.
Thought wed come by
and pick em from ya.
Last time I saw you...
you drove off in my car.
Fuck off.
Before I call the police.
If youre looking for your
gr
nursing home...
...with sons of bitches and
their cameras capturing the moment.
And what boat is this?
My boat.
You dont have a boat, honey.
Remember?
Oh, yes, I do.
Im getting it back today.
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Thank you.
Would you like some hors doeuvres?
Nice uniform.
The brides parents wanted uniforms.
I look stupid.
You look like an angel.
I
practicing, and
she would take poor me to rehearse
her accomplishments upon...
Dorothy talking with the exciseman.
RODERICK (V.O.)
... or the exciseman, when he came
his rounds.
Dorothy talking to the steward.
RODERICK (V.O.)
... or the steward.
Dorothy sitting under a tree with the curate, reading a
book.
RODERICK (V.O.)
... or the poor curate.
Dorothy talking to the apothecarys lad.
RODERICK (V
practice mind over matter.
Atta girl.
Oh, look at the baby cows, Ellie!
Oh, my God! Look at them.
Im reading, Mom. And baby cows are calves.
I was never close to my mother growing up.
ls that something Mr. Best is going to use against me?
Ellen, the D.A.s not going to use anything against you.
Mrs. Best, his wife, was a friend of my mothers.
Do I need an attorney?
Nobody in this office is accusin
nurse?
- No, she doesnt know anything.
- Will you just come get me?
- No.
Well, will you do me
a favor then?
- What?
- Can you bring me my ChapStick?
- No, Napoleon.
- But my lips hurt real bad.
Just borrow some from the school nurse.
I know she has, like, five sticks in her drawer.
Im not gonna use hers,
you sicko.
- See ya.
- [Dial Tone]
[Groans]
Idiot!
[Woman On P.A.]
David Dempke, please come
nurse were still here.
HANNA
She was nothing but bother. I not
like her, Mr. Jimmy not like her.
We do better if you live-in again,
Mr. David.
In the dining room, visible through open double doors, DAVID
LEWIS, 55, speaks softly with the housekeeper, HANNA. She
is a squat, muffin-faced Hungarian woman in her late 50s,
dressed in black, her hair cinched in a tight bun. She
speaks with a thick acce