The Sunchaser Page #3

Tumor's gotten larger.

Excuse me for a moment, please.

Metastasis to the liver and lungs.

Double whammy.

Well, there it is.

I give him one,

maybe two months at the most.

Still looking pretty.

Still looking good.

Hey, I gotta take a leak.

You know, there is the possibility

that he might be eligible...

...for the NIH Sarcoma Protocol

over at City of Hope.

What? Come on, he fits all the criteria.

Advanced stage of the disease.

Nobody this far along

could survive that degree of toxicity.

- Especially a 16-year-old kid.

- Come on, Mike.

Sixteen is an advantage.

You can do anything to a 16-year-old.

Anything but guarantee them their lives,

right, Chip?

Let's be frank, gentlemen.

Mr. Monroe is a ward of the state, right?

They pick up the tab here.

I would strongly advise against it.

Subjecting a kid...

A patient to a regimen that...

And I think

Dr. Byrnes would have to agree...

...would be a painful waste of time.

I disagree.

I think you should screen him anyways.

See if he does fit the criteria.

You take him over to City of Hope

this afternoon.

Let's get him in there

before they close their study.

Me?

He is your patient, isn't he?

They wanna give you

higher doses of chemo.

It's a fly ride, man.

Where's the fax?

They're installing it tomorrow morning.

Now what?

Jesus Christ.

Monroe?

Son of a b*tch.

Drop it. Drop it.

You make a sound and you're gonna die.

I'll peel your cap right here, right now,

motherf***er.

What's the problem?

Shut up and move.

Help me!

Okay. Okay.

Keep your hands down.

Move.

Drive. I said, drive.

Drive!

Call the police! Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Help me!

Help! Get me out of here!

Call the police!

You need to be in a hospital.

Sh*t, man.

Thought I was gonna have to peel

that man's cap.

Mess with his motherfucking ride,

but this is much better.

You wouldn't peel a doctor's cap,

would you?

I'll drop you. I could care less.

- No, Dr. Reynolds hasn't called in.

- This is Mrs. Reynolds.

Okay, let me try paging him.

It's important that I reach him.

Dr. Reynolds,

please call the nurse station ASAP.

That motherf***er's dead.

They got your brother

all handcuffed and sh*t.

Like this is 1712.

Jesus, this looks like the 6:00 news.

It's the Hazards, man.

You don't wanna go in the Hazards at night.

Even the grandmas got tattoos out here.

Don't worry,

no one's gonna mess with you, man.

There's too many Judas around.

Don't.

Yeah, boy.

Man, f*** the police. F*** the police.

Your 'hood?

Whole country was our 'hood

about 400 years ago.

You see, I'm a mix.

Half-breed, half-Navajo.

Don't stare at them. Don't stare.

- She's tied up, you know.

- Punk motherfuckers.

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