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(Monday. INT: Kitchen)

JH: While I'm at it, this cast has got to go.
EB: Well, now, hang on, you need to know what you're doing, you could hurt yourself even worse.
JH: I'll be fine. I know my own body.
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JH (slicing off his cast with chef's knife, utilizing proper grip): The guy never even X-rayed me, he just felt my wrist for a second, then covered me in plaster from knuckle to elbow. I mean, at the time, he had this whole air of doctorly authority... charisma, you know? But after a few days to think about it, I'm pretty sure he was just following orders.
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JH: Don't get me wrong, I'm quite confident that nothing anybody's done so far has been ILLEGAL, technically speaking. But it's quite obvious that I don't really need-
(Offpanel, there is a slice noise)
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JH (looking down): Okay, well NOW I need medical attention...
EB (holding up a first aid kit): Already on it.