The Getaway Page #5

A very pleasurable alliance,

enjoyed by both parties vigorously and repeatedly.

Enjoyed.

And then the moment arrives.

The husband is baited to a remote place,

a place...

Well, Doc, kinda like this.

Don't think too badly of your wife, Doc.

After all, you were locked up in prison,

and she is a stunningly healthy young woman.

I see you been practicing.

Goddamn it, it wasn't my fault! It was the only way.

You stupid b*tch, you should've told me!

You were supposed to make a deal with him, not f*** his brains out!

-The deal wasn't good enough! -Then you should've walked away!

-And you'd still be sittin' in that sh*t-hole! -I trusted you!

-And I came through for you! -Yeah, "repeatedly."

F*** you!

You weren't straight with me!

I didn't think you could handle the truth, and I was right.

You weren't sure which one of us you were gonna shoot, huh?

-Is that what you think? -Yeah, that's what I think!

-Then I'm sorry. -Sorry you shot Benyon?

No, I'm sorry I f***ed him.

'Cause I did it for you, and you're not worth it!

B*tch.

-Get in. -Go to hell.

Hey.

Get in.

I guess you did what you had to do to get me out.

You'd do the same for me, wouldn't you, Doc?

You'd humiliate yourself for me, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you?

F***.

-Honey, there's a man out here. -Who is it?

-I don't know. -Oh! God!

Okay, what's the damage here?

That glucose should start to work in about a half hour,

and you'll... you'll feel better then.

That collarbone's badly shattered.

There's no, no infection yet.

You should just, um, keep...

changing those bandages several times a day.

Looks like I'm gonna need myself a nurse.

Get over there where I can see you. Go on.

That's better.

You know, on second thought,

it might be wiser if we just leave those bandages in place,

'cause I'm nervous about you just irritating that wound.

Is that what you thought, Harold?

-Come here and sit down.

-Get over here and sit down! Come here, Doc.

You think real hard...

and tell me the truth.

Am I gonna need more lookin' after... or not?

Well, there's...

- Yes, there's,

there's a chance of gangrene setting in.

-Oh, lovely.

-All right.

The three of us are gonna do some traveling.

Tomorrow morning, we're gonna take your car and go to El Paso.

No, that... that's just not possible. We...

Look, we can't leave here. Okay?

We've got our work. We've gotta take care of these animals.

What do you say, Fran? Wanna do some travelin'?

Oh,

sure, I mean, whatever you say.

-What kind of car you got, Harold?

A Chevy. We have a Chevy Suburban.

Oh, that's nice. I like Chevies.

Why don't you go outside and gas it up?

Check the tires and check the oil.

Make sure it's gonna run real good,

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