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I could use an ambulance.

Four-four-two requesting medical.

Four-four-two requesting medical.

Nothing. It's been like this

for the past hour.

She's losing a lot of blood.

Got a first aid kit?

Band-Aids, that's it.

-How about a needle and thread?

-Maybe in the diner.

I'll get it. Locked up.

Stay dry.

I'll be back with your key.

I'll put you in 1 0.

-Okay, thanks.

-What do you got back there?

Prison transfer.

Maybe when you get him situated,

come to 4 and look at the lady.

-I could use a second opinion.

-Yeah, sure.

Looks like you're f***ed.

Shut up!

-I wish I had beige.

-This is fine.

Would have been better.

I gotta get the officer situated.

Let me know if you need something.

I'll be right back.

Where did you learn to do that?

Pretty much where you're standing.

Hey, is the...?

The little boy, is he all right?

He hasn't said a word

since the accident.

No, no, no. He doesn't talk much

ever since the....

I'm his stepfather.

His father....

Two years ago, he left.

Little temper problem.

Watch your step.

The furniture's for sh*t.

If you're fixing to cuff him to

something, the toilet's bolted down.

Thank you so much

for your assistance.

-It's a good idea. Come on.

-I got stripes

Stripes around my shoulders

And these chains

These chains

They're about to--

Let's go look at that lady.

-You get anyone?

-What?

-Did you get through?

-No, not yet.

Good stitch job.

Pulse is shallow, but steady.

Keep her comfortable.

We should take turns on the radio,

if that's all right.

No, it's not. I can manage.

You gonna arrest me, officer?

What?

How'd you do that?

How'd you know I was a cop?

No sh*t.

Cheetos for dinner, huh?

-That don't seem right.

-You got a better idea?

I worked mess in the service.

Maybe the diner's open. I could--

You got change for a dollar?

I don't know. Let me see.

Here you go.

You got a name?

-Paris.

-Paris, huh?

I'll get it.

Never been.

Well, you ain't going tonight.

Please.

Please be strong.

You see, Timothy and l...

...we need you.

We need you so much.

Lou?

Lou?

You need to tell them, Harry,

that I can't work, I can't perform...

...l can't shine living

in an environment like that.

No, it is not about the money.

It's about the working conditions.

One bar.

One bar.

No bar.

One bar.

Two bars.

Come on. Come on.

Here we go.

There you go. Come on.

Goddamn desert wasteland!

Oh, sh*t! I just had it.

Holy f***.

-Jesus, Mother of God.

-Who is this?

The woman I was driving.

-What the hell are you doing?

-There's something in there.

-Use this, man.

-Thanks.

-Are you a cop?

-I was.

-She was in Room 1 0?

-I am.

-Where's your guy?

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