400 Days Page #4

Alright, put that thing in the bucket.

- And then what?

- We dispose of it.

- Dispose? When? What

do you mean dispose?

- I am going to eliminate the

little jerk because it's unsanitary.

- No, Jonathan is... the

mouse is a member of the crew.

Who, Jonathan? He has a name?

Of course he has a name!

and he has just a right

to be here as any of us.

Bug... I...

- He is a crew member.

- You know what, Bug? How about this:

There is no way in hell

that you're going to keep...

No, no, no!

Am I the only sane one here?

Ok, we can't have a germ

infested rodent running around.

- Cold!

- What boy? You more than anybody...

- Calm...

- Guys... Stop it, Ok?

Don't... don't touch me.

Hey, stop it, hey!

Hey, knock it off!

Theo, stop it!

Alright, stop it, that is enough!

Seriously?

You OK, Bug?

Just a couple seconds. I got dizzy...

A little nosebleed, and then I was fine.

It's 'cause you're an a**hole.

And probably dehydrated.

You really need to start

taking better care if yourself.

Yeah, sure.

- You know, we've been

down here for a while now,

and you still haven't

talked about your family.

- That's because there is

not much to talk about.

- You know, I'd think

that you'd have to have

some sort of connection.

Friends family, something.

You read my file?

Dad was a pilot, mom self-medicated

sent to boarding school

when I was eight and

they decided to stop visiting

altogether when I was eleven.

Needless to say I learned a

lot about life pretty early on.

- This is probably a

small consolation, but...

I mean, down here we're all

kinda like a little family?

I think the family

won't operating.

But... I hope that if there's

anything wrong with me,

- Can you.. uh.. can you

send Bug in for me please?

Emily, I'm sorry about that.

Fine.

Ah, she's already seen that, Bug.

That is F***.

In a field, going nowhere,

zero communication, no sun,

all alone,

- When you mentioned feeling

guilty about leaving your son...

I just wish I could get to see him.

Yeah.

What was his name?

Sam.

He is a great kid.

What if you wrote him a letter?

And hide it under my pillow?

No, thanks.

Mission control, do you copy?

Anybody, anybody. Anybody...

Do you copy?

Copy...

Copy...

Is this part of your plan, Walter?

Hey Bug!

Bug, is this urine?

Yeah.

Can you recycle it for me please?

Bug, we're worried about you, Ok?

It's not healthy for you to

contain yourself like this.

- I'm fine. I just need

to finish something

in here first then I'll be right out.

- Bug, as a medical adviser,

I'm going to need to...

I said I'm fine!

I'll be right out!

Sam!

Sam?

Sam?

Hi daddy.

Where's mom?

Around.

- Remember that time I made it to the

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