White Noise 2: The Light Page #3

- What are you doing?

- The bumper was gonna...

- Get away from me.

I owe you my life.

No, Marty, I swear to God, I am fine.

All right. All right, but maybe you should...

I don't know, take a little time off

or something, you know.

- I don't want you overdoing it.

- All right. I'll think about it. Thanks.

You saved somebody's life tonight.

- Would you consider Dad tall?

- No, no, short.

Very short?

- No offence.

- We short people have thick skin

cos it doesn't get stretched

over a tall frame.

Yeah. True.

There's the Austrian coach. Looks like

she's trying to throw him. Ha! Nice job!

Sh*t!

- Two weeks? That's so far.

- I know.

- I'll have to come.

- Yeah.

Ugh! OK. Three-martini lunches,

here I come.

I'll be right there

to put the easy into listening.

- Jesus Christ!

- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

- Don't worry. You can make it up to me.

- Just take it easy.

I might even let you pick up overtime

in my hotel room, you know what I mean?

- Hey, come on.

- Just leave it.

All right, that's enough.

- Stop it!

- Get him!

Stop it, you're hurting him!

Stop it, you're hurting him!

Hey! Hey!

- Hey!

- Sh*t! Guys, guys!

Hey!

- Help! Help!

- Let's go.

I'm slipping!

Please, pull me up.

Pull me up!

Are you OK?

Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

Me, I'm not so sure about.

Abe, I missed you at work today.

I guess you decided to take that time off.

Give me a call when you get a chance,

all right? Later.

Playing God for another day.

- Hello?

- Hey, Marty.

I'm on my way to the hospital

to check on that kid I helped earlier.

- Would you meet me there?

- Uh, yeah. Sure.

Great. And...

that stuff you're holding for me,

will you bring it?

I'm ready.

- OK, sure.

- Thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

- Thank you very much for meeting me.

- No problem, man.

There are things in here

that are gonna reopen wounds.

- Are you sure you're ready?

- I'm positive.

- OK.

- Thanks.

- Hey, call me if you need anything.

- I will.

Hey there.

- Oh, hey. Mr Dale.

- I was checking to see how Kurt's doing.

Needed stitches, a few scrapes, bruises,

and we're doing a keep overnight

to make sure there's no concussion...

..but he should be fine.

Thanks.

Oh, come on.

Not a word.

You b*tch!

Hey. Hey, are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I think you just saved my life.

Well, it's beginning to be a f***ing habit.

Trust me, it's no big deal.

- Dude, it was my life.

- Well, I didn't mean it like that.

It's you.

Yeah. Yeah, you were my nurse.

It's busted.

I'm so sorry.

That's OK.

- You're hurt. Let me look.

- It's fine.

Hey.

Let me fix you up.

It's the least I can do. Come on.

It's a superficial laceration. Nothing a few

stitches and antibiotics can't take care of.

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