Chain Reaction Page #4

you will get it for us immediately

without the slightest peep,

and when we are ready,

and only then,

will we leave.

Oh, yeah. And third,

if you cooperate,

no one will get hurt.

If you don't cooperate,

every one of you is gonna die.

Put Spence by the fire.

Leaveth thee,

in the name of thy Lord.

Hey, preacher man,

what do you think, huh?

Do you really believe thine Lord

will be able to stop this bullet

when I blow this little girl's head off?

Now who do you think's

in charge here,

thine Lord or my gun?

Obeyeth we thee.

Saith us thy will.

Hmm. Forgotten already.

Oh, and by the way,

shut the f*** up!

So, time to fix him up, huh, Doc?

Oh, my God.

Spence, can you move your fingers?

OK.

Listen carefully

for just once, please, Arthur.

Without the instruments

from my bag,

I can't get that bullet out.

I'd just make the arm even worse.

But the artery's

gonna continue to leak,

which means that

his blood pressure's

gonna continue to get

lower and lower until...

There's only one way

to save Spence.

No way. Never.

You listen to me, Spence.

I will not let him do that.

It's his last chance!

We have to amputate

the lower arm and seal off that artery.

It's the only way

he's gonna make it.

But how are you going

to seal the stump?

You don't have any clamps

or anything else, eh?

The black ointment.

We gotta try that black...

the black paste she had.

It seemed to work on sheep.

My brother is not

a f***in' guinea pig!

You had better come up with

something better than that, or...

Or what? Or what?

I've really had quite enough.

You wanna shoot me,

go ahead.

Go ahead!

Just shoot everybody

right here and now.

You should start with your brother.

At least you'd spare him

all this needless suffering.

You! What's your name?

Alice, sire.

You will assist the doctor,

and you better be

a good little nurse,

or I'm gonna waste your entire

f***ing twisted family.

Aye, by your will.

All right...

so you're Alice.

Aye, sire.

I'm Douglas.

But you can call me Doug.

Doug art thou.

Yes.

Do you understand what

we have to do here now?

Aye. Understandeth I,

but understandeth thee

what happen could

when thee here stayeth?

Heareth thee me.

Stayeth here not.

Raineth thy God's wrath on thee.

That's it, you old f***er!

I have had about enough

of your bullshit!

One more word

out of any of you,

and you're all dead meat!

Hey, Arthur, I have an idea, man.

Why don't I lock

these crazy bastards up

in that room I saw over there?

All right, lock the f***ers up.

But if any of these morons

tries any tricks,

then just shoot them

straight in the face.

- You got it.

- You heard what he said! Get up! Let's go!

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