Johnny Got His Gun Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1971
- 111 min
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your own pulse, you're deaf.
You're deaf, Joe.
Deaf.
Maybe not.
Maybe I'm just dreaming.
Maybe-- oh, Jesus
Christ, I hurt!
I can feel the sweat
pouring out of my skin.
Hot, wet skin that's
all covered up with--
with bandages.
Even my head.
I sure must've
caught a big one.
No.
Telephones in the middle
of the night
are bad luck.
Don't let anybody
answer it, Father.
What's this? Footsteps.
I can feel
their vibrations.
What are they doing?
Any evidence of
hypostasis
while aspirating?
None thus far.
They're looking
at something.
Trachea tube clear.
A hand on my chest.
He's breathing well.
No more oxygen unless
an emergency develops.
I don't understand that.
Can you lift for
intravenous feeling?
Good.
My face.
Is something wrong
with my face?
Skin grafts will
be necessary here.
Colostomy good.
Cystotomy functioning?
Uh-huh.
Very good.
What next?
Is the ambulance
ready? Yes, sir.
Very well.
Bring him along.
Where are you
taking him, sir?
Occupation forces
base hospital
number 3 at
Jeanville St. Clears.
All right.
Let's move it.
David's Perfection Bakery.
Rudy McKenna speaking.
It's Rudy.
Telephone, Joe.
Okay, coming.
Hello.
Yes, Mother.
I'll be right home.
Thank you.
I'll let you know
when everything's
finished, okay? Okay, Joe.
I'll be back to work
in a couple days.
That's all right.
Rest up. Good night.
I'm sorry, Father.
I'm sorry I lost
your fishing pole, too.
I loved you.
Well, the bandages
are off my arm.
It itches.
I wish they'd
scratch it.
What happens now?
Yes, we can remove
the sutures.
Let's disinfect.
I wish they'd get
this stuff off my face
so I could see
what they're doing.
Sorry, sir.
Another.
Ouch!
They're pinching me.
No, it's more like a--
a little stab of heat.
Wait a minute.
I know.
It's just like when
I ran into
the barbed-wire fence
and cut my eyebrow.
They sew you up,
and then it heals,
and then they take
the stitches out.
Only-- Well, only
this is different.
I can feel what they're
doing to my arm,
but I can't feel the end
of my arm at all.
The nearest thing
to the end of my arm
is the heel of my hand.
The heel of my hand,
the end of my arm.
It's too high.
It's high
as my shoulder.
You've cut off my arm!
The tissues have closed.
My arm! Oh, my God.
Remove the wrist.
Why did you do
a thing like that?
I need that arm.
Oh, I've gotta
work with it. I--
You can't go around
cutting a man's arm off,
like you were pruning
dead branches off a tree!
Well, there's
a law or something!
You've gotta get
his consent
before you do
a thing like that.
He's gotta sign a paper
because a man
with only one arm
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