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My God.

No other car.

Call 911.

Oh, God.

There's no service.

Okay, I need your help. Hurry.

Oh, God.

You get the feet and I'll get the head.

No, no, no, maybe we shouldn't move him.

What are we gonna do?

We can't just leave him here.

-Just go easy.

-What do l...

Just grab his... Yeah. God... Oh, God.

For God's sake.

-Okay, get the door.

-Okay. Okay.

-Okay.

-Okay.

Wait. Shouldn't you check the other car?

Right.

No one else.

He must have fallen asleep

at the wheel or something.

Yeah.

This goddamn cell phone. Work.

Jesus, blood all over my hands.

-What are we gonna do?

-Almost to the 93.

There's gonna be a gas station.

There's gonna be a rest area, something.

Keep trying that cell.

Oh, God, what happened to the road?

It's a dead end?

Where are we?

Sh*t. Where are we? Jesus.

Great.

-We're lost, aren't we?

-We're not lost.

There are plants growing

in the middle of the road.

Okay, we're just gonna turn around,

that's all.

We're just gonna backtrack to 95. We're fine.

Meanwhile we have a stranger bleeding

to death in the back of our car.

We don't know how bad that man is hurt.

Are you kidding me?

He doesn't have a f***ing face.

You think panicking helps?

It'll be all right.

Take a deep breath, calm down. All right?

Now just put some music on or something.

Okay.

Why don't you just try AM?

It's okay.

We're in a shadow zone, that's all.

The desert has these pockets...

-Dead zones, where...

-Dead zones?

Nice!

Hey, don't worry. We're gonna get help.

It'll be fine.

-How?

-What?

How are we going to get help if

we don't even know where the f*** we are?

Look around. Do you see a light?

Do you? No! How could you get us lost?

We're not lost. Goddamn road has

to lead somewhere, doesn't it?

Just keep trying your cell.

Doesn't find... There's nothing.

Jesus Christ.

Hey, wasn't this where we found him?

Must have passed it already. There's no car.

-See if he's still breathing.

-No way.

No.

He's still got a pulse, but it's weak.

He's lost a lot of blood. F***.

It's your fault, you know.

You're the one who's driving.

You should know where we're going.

Hey, somebody messed with the road signs

or something.

-Right.

-Something.

I'm telling you. I didn't make a wrong turn.

-Jesus.

-So what if I did?

This guy would be dead by now

if we hadn't come along.

Is this how you handle stress?

Just go on the attack?

We're lost in the desert

in the middle of the f***ing night.

This guy is gonna die

if we don't get him help.

Thank you for the support.

All the same.

All? What's that supposed to mean, all?

Who all? Not the first impulse you've made

on this little drive?

No!

Hey, buddy. You've been in an accident.

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