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| Montoya is feverish, convinced he may die. He wants some of the doctor's medicine. Dr. Helm says there is none left. | ||
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| "You have given my medicine away?" | To the sick and the dying,
yes, Luis.
But you are MY doctor, Roberto. |
"Death shows no favorites,
and neither do I."
Montoya calls for the guard. |
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| Are you putting me under arrest,
Luis?
Think of it as an exclusive contract, until you make me some medicine of my own. |
Does this mean we can still date other people? | Enriquez, sweeping outside
in the hall has heard this all.
What does Montoya mean, HIS medicine? |
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