Chain Reaction

Come on.

I will always

take care of you,

my poor child.

Yeah, we got delayed.

71, clear.

There was a...

tree on the interstate.

8- 8-14, clear.

No. We can handle it.

You don't need to send anybody.

3- 2, you can return to Western.

Uh, I think about...

two or three hours.

71, clear.

Over.

Excuse me,

but I think you're making

a terrible mistake.

You are not supposed

to f***ing think.

If he doesn't make it,

you won't make it. That's it.

Well, l... I tried to tell you before.

I can't do very much for him

here in the woods.

The painkillers'll keep the pain

at a minimum for a few hours,

but what he really needs

is professional care.

What are you trying to tell me,

you're not a f***ing professional?

Wait. What I want...

I'm trying to say is

he needs to go to a hospital.

Well, I think that the only hospital

that will take him

is the maximum-security hospital

of the Seattle state penitentiary.

But hey, why don't

we ask the patient?

What up, little brother?

You wanna go back to Seattle?

I think we'll take that as a negative.

Now you had better

come up with a better solution,

or I will blow your ass away.

And, Doctor, that is a promise.

I don't know too much about this,

but maybe we should

think about it, huh?

I mean, it's pretty insane

to head up to the mountains

in November.

- It's f***ing dangerous.

- You think I don't f***ing know that?

I also know that that is

the way to the Canadian border.

Now, we head north, and that's that.

What is it good for

if we freeze to death

- or starve before we get anywhere?

- We will make it!

And then the good doctor here

is gonna help out Spence.

Right, Doc?

All right.

We got about two f***ing hours,

so stop your arguing, and let's go.

What do you mean

we got two f***ing hours?

The cops think that a tree fell down

in front of the interstate.

Our driver was cooperative

about relaying that message

before I blew

his f***ing head off.

They're probably on their way

over here now, so let's go.

Good. The time.

What time is it?

Dr. Bates, Dr. Madsen speaking.

Uh, unfortunately not.

No, they refused to give us a better price

on the tomography scanner.

No. I think I'm gonna

put a bid in on a leasing model.

That way, we won't

go way over budget.

Good. OK. I'll be back

in about an hour.

Of course. We can discuss that

when I'm back in the office.

Right. I'll see you at 1:00. Bye.

Quite frankly, I don't agree

with your diagnosis, Dr. Mengele.

If you even try to remove

anything from my brother's body,

I will f***ing tear your limbs off.

Arthur, nobody wants

to amputate his arm.

Basically that's what

we all want to avoid,

but certainly you can see we've got

some serious problems here.

It'll take us a few days

before we get to the border.

Do you think he's gonna make it?

'Cause I don't.

Way I see it...

your brother's a dead man walking,

and you just gotta accept that.

All right, you and Vince

are gonna go it alone.

That is, if you think

you can make it,

but remember, I'm gonna

come looking for you both,

and one day, you're

gonna pay your dues.

If Spence and I hadn't

covered your asses in Seattle,

why, you'd be f***ing dead now.

It wasn't like that, and you know it.

Oh, f*** that.

We are all staying together

right up to the end

like we promised.

And you might want

to stop shooting, eh?

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Because

somebody might hear you!

Capisce?

All right, seems I've stopped

the external bleeding,

and that's really

all I can do right now.

But the artery is still

leaking internally.

Bones in his lower arm are fractured,

and the bullet's still lodged inside,

so there's an increased possibility

that the cartilage

and the muscle will become infected,

so what he needs right now

are infusions and antibiotics.

Otherwise the wound

will become septic,

and then he'll either lose his arm

or, worst-case scenario, his life.

Then what do you propose we do?

Well, honestly it'd be best if you let

him and I go back to the interstate,

find some help,

and bring him to the hospital.

I'm not going back

to that shithole.

You heard him. We carry on.

OK, OK, but Spence needs rest.

And I've gotta get that bullet out

very soon. That's definitely a priority.

So we have to find some shelter,

because I can't do anything else for him

here in the woods.

Oh, really? You can't do anything else

more for him?

Well, I guess we no longer

have any use for you.

Kiss your ass goodbye.

Arthur, hey!

Cool it.

What the f***?

Maybe we'll find

a shelter somewhere,

and then he can help Spence.

And for Christ's sake,

we might need him later.

- He's our only f***ing hostage.

- Hostage?

If you shoot me now...

you might as well

shoot Spence too.

He won't survive if somebody doesn't

take care of this in the next few hours.

I wanna help.

Believe me, I do.

Just let me.

Put the f***ing gun down, man.

Hey, you can always kill him later

when Spence dies...

Oh, f***.

You know what I mean.

Ah, God.

You f***ing a**hole, eh?

I'm not going to die.

We're going to find someplace,

and then the doctor will

f***ing take care of me.

God!

Promise me, man. Hmm?

You have my word.

So what the hell we waiting for?

Let's get a f***ing move on.

Arthur, please,

just think it over one more time.

You may end up killing your brother.

It's still not too late to let me take him back

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