Chain Reaction Page #5

- Come on! Move! Move!

- That goes for you, too, big boy! Let's go!

You heard what he said!

Come on, move it!

- Get inside!

- Come on!

Get in there! Come on! Get in there!

Come on, move, move, move.

Move. Move.

Move!

What?

You think you can handle this?

Haveth I a choice?

I'm sorry, but I think not.

What shall I doeth, sire?

First boil some water.

Then bring me some towels,

something to soak up the blood.

And then I'll need

some... some big knives,

sharp knives, maybe a hammer,

and some cord or rope.

Do you have any of that?

Aye, haveth I.

Now we'll have to stop

the bleeding somehow.

You have some sort of black paste.

Do you think

that could help us?

Saweth thee I earlier?

Yes, we did.

Do you think that black

ointment'll help Spence?

Aye. Stoppeth it blood.

Healeth it wounds.

Good. Very good.

OK, go put the knives in boiling water.

Leave 'em there

for about two minutes.

Haveth we here a clock not.

Then slowly count to 100.

Do you have any liquor?

Booze? Alcohol?

Aye, haveth I.

Bring it. We need

to sedate Spence.

You love your brother,

don't you, Arthur?

He is the only one

I've ever been able to trust.

Well, you're gonna

have to trust me now.

And her.

But I need to know

I can trust you too.

F*** you, Doc.

Don't you talk to me like that.

I need you to promise me something.

You're not in a position

to make demands.

Who the hell do you think you are?

I can't promise you

Spence is gonna survive.

I simply can't.

So if he dies,

I know I'm gonna die too.

But I need your word

that you will not

take the lives

of the other people here.

They don't have anything

to do with this.

I need you to promise me this,

or you can shoot me right now.

Because there's

no way I'll operate if you don't.

So...

do I have your word?

Yeah.

Good.

Blessed is our Lord...

Blessed is our Lord...

Who giveth us thy gifts...

Who giveth us thy gifts...

Which we receiveth

from our bounty...

Which we receiveth

from our bounty...

Through our Lord, Christus.

Through our Lord, Christus.

Amen.

Blessed is our Lord...

Blessed is our Lord...

Who giveth us thy gifts...

Who giveth us thy gifts...

Which we receiveth

from our bounty...

Which we receiveth

from our bounty...

Through our Lord, Christus.

Through our Lord, Christus.

Blessed is our Lord...

Blessed is our Lord...

Who giveth us thy gifts...

You're the only person in my heart.

You will always be there.

OK, Arthur.

That's all I can do.

Alice...

take that away.

Burneth thee the arm?

Doug, so must it be.

And leaveth thee all,

thy friend Spence too.

Leaveth he, he must.

Please, taketh he away.

I don't wanna hear a single peep

out of you, Little Miss Alice

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes