Scream Queens

Previously on Scream Queens...

Won't this get a little confusing?

You say there are already two Green Meanies,

so now there's three?

Mm-hmm. Works for me.

Science doesn't lie.

Dr. Holt, you are the prime suspect.

You want to accuse me of murder, you go right ahead.

But there will be consequences.

Dear God, I'm stressed.

This hospital's popping off,

and I'm one of two actual doctors on staff.

Dr. Holt, Dean Munsch needs to see you in her office.

She wouldn't say what it was about.

Dr. Holt, Dr. Cascade needs you in the E.R.

Something about a joke that you told him.

He can remember the punch line,

but he can't remember the setup.

Plus, I'm trying to date that hot slice

of lady pie, Chanel, and everybody

suddenly thinks I'm the Green Meanie.

Dr. Holt, Zayday needs you in the consultation room.

She just admitted a guy who...

See, the problem is,

the more stressed out I get...

- (thump) - the more stressed out the hand gets.

Dr. Holt?

Tell him I'll be right there.

Sorry.

And the hand used to belong to a serial killer,

so when it gets stressed, it gets scary.

And lately, it's gotten a lot worse.

See, the hand likes to do whatever it wants,

and I think it's figured out that the more worn out I get,

the harder it is to control.

So all it has to do is keep me tired.

Brocky! - Damn it!

Wake up. Will you wake up?

No, we're not doing this now.

MAN (over TV): Sinners, repent,

in Jesus' holy name!

I just want to get some sleep!

I've tried everything, even meditating.

But the hand refuses to let me relax.

These days, I'm rolling on 45 minutes of sleep a night.

I've got to get on top of this.

I invited Chanel over for a romantic dinner

because I could really use a little sooky-sooky.

What the hell is a "large pinch"?

Good evening, Dr. Hot.

Is your hand duct-taped to your leg?

Why, yes, it is, yeah.

Kinky.

Mm.

Wow, this is

really... salty.

Really?

Seems fine to me.

So, enough about me

and that time I punched Donna Karan in the face.

Um, tell me about you.

I mean, I don't know anything about you.

Like, how old you are,

where you're from, or... how old you are.

Tell me about your family.

Do you have any siblings?

Or did... did they all die of polio?

I'm so worn out. I mean, the last thing I want to do

is spend dinner rehashing my entire life story.

Brock, I mean it!

If you and I want to take

our relationship to the next level,

I need to know who the man I'm dating really is.

I told you I didn't want to talk about it!

Oh.

- I'm sorry. - (gasps) That's it!

I'm leaving!

No.

Chanel, wait.

Uh-uh. I already have someone

trying to murder me at work.

It is the last thing I need

when I'm sitting down for an elegant

salty dinner and romantic bone sesh.

- (crying) - Chanel!

- Come back! - No, Brock.

It is over between us!

I am done!

Chanel!

Chanel, come...

Shut up!

Dr. Brock, I'd like you to meet C.U.R.E. Institute's

most recent admission, Anna Plaisance.

I don't get it. She looks perfectly normal to me.

Oh, dear God.

Mm.

Nice to meet you, Dr. Holt.

Nice to meet you.

Oh. Okay.

As you can see,

Ms. Plaisance has an extra set of arms and legs.

No kidding.

The doctors say it's a remnant

of an underdeveloped conjoined twin

that I subsumed in the womb.

Removing a parasitic twin is an extremely, um,

lengthy and complex operation.

That's why I'm here. I've done my research,

and you're one of the best surgeons in America.

And I'd like you to perform the procedure.

It could be very big for the hospital, and...

- even bigger for you. - (pats back)

Yeah.

Okay.

Let's take a look, huh?

Oh. Wow. Oh.

Okay. (exhales)

I'm not gonna lie to you; surgery is an option,

but it's not a very good one.

The twin doesn't have a head, but there is

a cloaca that never developed into genitalia.

There's an underdeveloped set of lungs fused

to the falciform ligament of the liver.

Uh, the femoral artery of the left leg

branches directly off the hepatic artery.

And the nervous system of the extra arms

branch directly off the glossopharyngeal nerve,

which is right here.

Now, if we sever that nerve,

then we've paralyzed her entire left side.

But it is possible.

Yes, it's possible.

That's all I needed to hear, because I've already contacted

the Northeast Journal of Medicine,

and they have agreed to send an associate editor

to cover the procedure!

So congratulations, Dr. Holt,

you're about to become a household name.

Hold up, no, I never said that I could do the surgery.

What are you talking about?

You are always going on and on,

how you are the most skilled surgeon in North America.

Yeah, and I am, but I just...

I haven't been getting a lot of sleep lately.

Now, this is no time to be coy.

You're doing the surgery.

But... I can't.

Dr. Holt,

we are one dead body away

from being revealed as the hospital where patients come,

get cured, and then are brutally murdered by a serial killer.

Now, I would much rather we were known

as the site of the most high profile

surgical procedures in the last decade.

We need this surgery.

("Push It To the Limit" by Paul Engemann playing)

You're like Kill Bill or that dude

who got his head smushed in on Game of Thrones.

Were you ever hit in the head really hard

while you were training?

All the time.

You know Karate Kid?

They modeled the guy who ran Cobra Kai

after my sensei.

Why?

I've been trying to find a medical explanation

as to why you think you're dead, and I discovered

Cotard's delusion.

Named after a French neurologist, Jules Cotard.

Basically, people who have it think they're dead,

or in some cases that they don't even exist at all.

A traumatic brain injury could be

one of the instigating causes.

Well, I don't have it.

I've had MRls.

Anything like that would have to be caused by a misfiring

in the fusiform face area of the brain.

Or in the amygdalae.

And there's no signs of trauma in either of those areas.

So...

It could also be purely psychological.

I think we should give you a psych test to see if you have

any tendencies that would make Cotard's a likely diagnosis.

I don't think that's a good idea.

I don't think I can make a future with a guy

who's actually dead.

Am I supposed to raise

little half-dead, half-alive children?

I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were prejudiced

against dead people.

Everyone is. I'm just willing to admit it.

Look, I really like you, but if we're gonna be a couple,

then I need to know what your true condition is,

in terms of being living or not living.

There's no official test for Cotard's.

It's not even in the DSM, so I invented my own.

I researched people who have been diagnosed with Cotard's

and found a pattern in their personality types.

Psychosis, neurological illness, schizophrenia,

and I pulled questions from a number of sources