This is national horror... Hello. You have something to tell me? ...heraldic nature...
Come this way....it's an estimated 640 million... In China, the government struggles to contain the staggering rate of death at over 4,000... ...in smaller towns to reduce rates of......meanwhile......the pathology of the disease...
Just in here. My uncle is usually the welcoming committee but he's busy with the clients. So what can I get for you? I... Pine killers.
Okay. Valium? Ox?
Sure. Ox. They arrived overnight. Nobody knows.
No one. You see, the sickness is reaching a dangerous phase. Either customers are dying, or suppliers are dying. So you can imagine my surprise when I came across these.
One course, and it's as if nothing happened, Miss Hammett. I can vouch for them myself. Living by the word of a farming.
Don't believe me? Go visit a real pharmacist. Oh, wait!
You lobbied to have them all boarded shut, Senator. And I can shut you down too, Cheng. Who is it? Late 30s, early 40s. He's new.
And nervous. Ox? Good. Then you'll be relaxed.
Take some yourself, if you will. I've made my mind up. I'm not doing it.
Remember the day you first started working here? You were only six. So dedicated. Delicate even.
The way you poured tea into the cups with that sweet smile. I was so proud of you. Even back then, you were performing a service. Make me proud once more. The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of the-The terms of Citizens await death.
Is this a drug den or a brawdella? My uncle advocates diversity. Chao-Ting!
Chao-Ting! It's that easy, isn't it? Mm.
Mads, you just hand them out. For a price? You know, my name's come up over 20 times for handouts, and I still haven't got a thing. Bachelor.
I send neighbours, though. Friends. Good people, waiting for a pointless lottery. Your families have no idea.
Your meds up to the roof and people outside are bleeding from their eyes and their ears. I see people die every day. You've seen family die?
I need three vials of T8. What are you talking about? T8.
You have it here. We don't do that sort of thing. Yes, you do. I thought I told her to call for me. I mean it.
I'm sorry, but I'm running out of time. Where are the vials? Come on! Do you see any well people down here? You don't think that I'm dying too?
For all the good our medicines do, we may as well sell cough drops. We sell our painkillers. Illusions? Pleasure? I was told you have TIDM.
If I had it, I would give it to you. Oh my my. I thought this is a drug den, not a bodega.
Alright. Number four. Out you come. Hands where I can see them or I shoot the girl. Come on.
Good man. Jesus. Not today. Now, I'm going to make this simple. You have T8.
Don't give it to me. Bad things happen. I don't have T8.
No one has. Wrong answer. You have it. I don't.
Whatever else you want. Cash. Meds.
Just let my knees go. If you cared about her so much, you wouldn't have a cabalting around a junkie lounge in the first place. Say, how many freaks you got here, anyway?
I have morphine. Meth. Enough to last two weeks.
Seven. I have more bullets than you two junkies. It won't change a thing.
We don't have any T8! It's true they don't. It's why I'm here, I want it too.
You dropped something. I'm sorry. Oh, a mistake, I'm sure. Your pouch, ma'am. Behind the pole.
Pick it up, throw it to the girl. Do we? Get it.
What is it? Stay out. You fucker! You know it.
I didn't know, I swear! Do they work? We're both fine......so far. You've taken it.
Of course he did. How else would he be able to enjoy his money? I have yet to receive payment.
Then pray that the miracle cure works against bullets. Well... It's been fun.
Wait! I need three vials. Or else...
Bad things happen. Show me your hand. I said, take out your hand. Give me the vials.
And I will. You don't have a gun. Face it, pal. There's nothing you can do. Your account code.
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