She's often friendly and agreeable and willing to share her knowledge to help, as she does when a new colleague arrives (Eddie Redmayne as Charlie Cullen) who's uncertain of specific procedures.
After his sudden arrival mysterious deaths begin to take place however, the hospital trying to cover them up while law enforcement launches an investigation.
The detectives can't get anywhere until interviewing Ms. Loughren when serendipity strikes, and they're surprisingly able to freely ask questions without being countermanded by obtuse anxiety.
Their leads eventually suggest the new nurse may be deliberately murdering patients, but the hospital is so worried about avoiding scandal that they emphatically refuse to cooperate.
Yet his newfound friendship has oddly bloomed and she's sympathetically gained his trust.
Will she be able to produce a confession?
Before he finds steady work in another hospital?
Life's strange and keeps getting stranger as developments which seem irrefutably truthful are lampooned with disgust.
A man's attacked and almost beaten to death with a hammer and days later it's a subject of amusement.
That's sick, utterly contemptible, and worse than that, for many it's acceptable, like the world I hoped for in my youth is a long way from seeing a 10-year conglomeration.
Why are the lives of serial killers just as virally popular as those of human rights activists?, the void left behind by Hollywood's progressive ambitions eagerly filled by online streaming.
Are elitist attitudes so dismissive and haughty that literally millions would abandon democracy, in favour of an American monarch with absolute power over stunning diversity?
Look at the countries where dictators flourish, they aren't typically characterized by hearty abundance.
Autocrats do not share power.
It's not comic.
It's genuinely distressing.
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