Flatliners Page #11

you'll think I'm leaving you

because you slept with those girls.

It was a stupid game.

They meant nothing to me.

I wish they had meant something,

because if you were honest...

if you had cared for any of them,

I could have fought that.

I loved you. But to film all those girls

without them knowing it.

To have so little respect.

Those women trusted you.

What kind of marriage can we have

when you have no understanding of trust?

Please!

- It's not what you think.

- Yes, it is.

Hello. Is this Mrs. Earl R. Hicks?

This is a strange question.

Do you have a daughter Winnie, about 26?

You do? Great!

My name is David Labraccio.

I was in school with Winnie.

We went to S.B. Butler together.

My parents still live there.

Fine.

I wanted to get in touch with her.

I was wondering...

Right.

Okay. And do you have

an address for her?

Great. Thank you, Mrs. Hicks.

I appreciate it. Bye.

Jesus!

Looks as bad as it feels, huh?

Want me to take a look?

I just want to know

how Rachel was doing.

She didn't come out of the bathroom

with the answers to life and death.

I gotta go.

- Where are you going?

- Bensenville.

- Could I go?

- It's a two-hour drive.

Look...

I don't want to be alone.

Today we are going to remove

the left kidney...

and dissect the lower intestines.

Remove the ascending colon

from the transverse colon.

Proceed to the sigmoid colon

and on to the appendix.

Remove the appendix,

taking note of the blood supply.

Where the hell

do you think you're going?

You okay?

I would be if everyone would

stop asking me if I'm all right.

Are you crazy?

Is she getting the heebie-jeebies?

I'm spooking.

Getting us kicked out of med school

won't get Anne back. Get to work.

I'll handle this.

Back to work or suffer the consequences.

F*** it.

- This must be it.

- Looks like Winnie did well for herself.

She's probably not going to remember

who you are.

It's worth a shot.

You coming?

Listen, if anything happens...

if you need me,

just honk the horn.

Ring, ring, ring.

- Dave, you should've sent a letter.

- Hello!

Anybody home?

Is your mother at home?

Coming.

Go in the house, baby.

Yes? Can I help you?

Yeah. I think you can.

You're Winnie Hicks, aren't you?

- From Clairemont?

- Yes.

I'm David Labraccio.

- We went to S.B. Butler together.

- Really?

I was a little smaller then.

I drove from the city.

That's my truck.

Hello. I'm nice.

He's nice.

We're both f***ing lunatics.

Can I come in, please?

Thanks a lot.

I've got to hand it to you.

You've got guts.

This is great!

It's beautiful.

Looks like you've done well

for yourself.

It isn't medical school.

But I never liked school, anyway.

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