Chain Reaction Page #2

Want more? Huh?

How about right now?

F***!

F***!

Hey, Vincent, go help Spence!

Why me?

I have to check out

something in the bus!

You have to check out what?

Don't worry about it, homeboy.

Get Spence like I said, goddamn it!

I bet you got

wife and kids at home,

and I know

you wanna live.

So do me a favor.

Make the call.

Over.

...they had better forget it.

- F***.

- Holy sh*t.

F***.

This looks bad.

I think he needs a doctor, Art.

Who would you suggest,

Marcus Welby?

We gotta get out of here.

Hey, why don't we just

wait for a car, man?

No way, bro.

It can take hours

until another car comes by.

We are in the middle of

East Bumfuck, Nowhere.

I mean, if you think about it,

it's f***ing pazza.

I mean, two cars collide

at the same time

on this godforsaken stretch of road?

It's a one-in-a-million probability.

The chances are...

Thanks for the math, Einstein.

Steve, check the car.

Hey, wake up.

Wake up, man.

Are you awake?

Are you hurt?

Do you think you can walk?

L... I don't know.

Well, why don't we give it a try?

And I want you to

walk your punk ass

slowly out of this car.

And, Doc...

don't forget your bag.

Madsen...

Dr. Douglas Madsen.

You had a little accident.

My name is Stephen.

But you can call me Steve.

Now I'd like to introduce you

to some of my friends.

This is gettin' crazier by the minute.

You ain't gonna believe this.

We got us a f***in' doctor now.

One in a billion.

Steve, get the uniforms off the cops.

You got it.

By the way, you'll be

coming with us.

Wh-wh-what? Wait. Wait. Wait.

L... Please, l-I've got a bad leg. L...

Well, you better hope to hell

that you can keep up.

Vince.

You know, you really

should listen to Art.

It's extremely simple, really,

Dr. One-In-A-million.

You do the walkie,

or Signora Beretta

will do the talkie.

What the f*** is this sh*t?

It's called fog.

Moisture condenses to...

I should've let you die in Seattle.

Just trying to help, as always.

We seem have to lost

our orientation.

I doubt very much we're

still heading north.

Yeah, good point,

Dr. Boy Scout.

So, wherever we're heading,

that's where we'll arrive.

Hey, Vince.

What do you think, man?

Campfire?

Don't think so.

The smokes raises too straight

and too thick for a campfire.

This looks like

it comes from a chimney.

And where there is a chimney,

there is bound to be a house.

In the middle of f***ing nowhere?

What kind of people

would live out here, man?

Hunters? Lumberjacks?

Maybe it's the f***ing

Canadian Mounties.

Well, we're gonna find out,

that's for sure.

Arthur, please,

no more violence.

Absolutely not, Dr. Gandhi.

Just shut the f*** up and get ready

for your big chance

to take care of Spence.

It looks like we found him

a cozy little place here.

Goddamn.

I must be dreamin'.

Hey, Vince, pinch me

so I can know I'm not dreaming.

Look at this house.

I mean, who would build

a house like this

out in the middle of

absolutely f***in' nowhere?

You see what she did

with that sheep?

She took some of its blood.

Some African tribes do

exactly the same thing,

the Masai, for example.

No sh*t?

Blood is a sort of food for them.

It's a... it's a substitute for salt.

That black ointment,

that could prove to be

very useful to us medically.

And that, man,

is one good reason

why we are going inside.

And we're not going to ask

for assistance either.

We're just gonna

take command

and help ourselves.

OK, let's rock.

Thy hallowed Father,

what bringeth thee thy children?

Steve, check that room.

First, you won't be

asking any questions,

and like all good children

you will only answer

when you're spoken to.

And second, you are going to be

very helpful, supportive,

and above all, quiet.

If we demand anything,

you will get it for us immediately

without the slightest peep,

and when we are ready,

and only then,

will we leave.

Oh, yeah. And third,

if you cooperate,

no one will get hurt.

If you don't cooperate,

every one of you is gonna die.

Put Spence by the fire.

Leaveth thee,

in the name of thy Lord.

Hey, preacher man,

what do you think, huh?

Do you really believe thine Lord

will be able to stop this bullet

when I blow this little girl's head off?

Now who do you think's

in charge here,

thine Lord or my gun?

Obeyeth we thee.

Saith us thy will.

Hmm. Forgotten already.

Oh, and by the way,

shut the f*** up!

So, time to fix him up, huh, Doc?

Oh, my God.

Spence, can you move your fingers?

OK.

Listen carefully

for just once, please, Arthur.

Without the instruments

from my bag,

I can't get that bullet out.

I'd just make the arm even worse.

But the artery's

gonna continue to leak,

which means that

his blood pressure's

gonna continue to get

lower and lower until...

There's only one way

to save Spence.

No way. Never.

You listen to me, Spence.

I will not let him do that.

It's his last chance!

We have to amputate

the lower arm and seal off that artery.

It's the only way

he's gonna make it.

But how are you going

to seal the stump?

You don't have any clamps

or anything else, eh?

The black ointment.

We gotta try that black...

the black paste she had.

It seemed to work on sheep.

My brother is not

a f***in' guinea pig!

You had better come up with

something better than that, or...

Or what? Or what?

I've really had quite enough.

You wanna shoot me,

go ahead.

Go ahead!

Just shoot everybody

right here and now.

You should start with your brother.

At least you'd spare him

all this needless suffering.

You! What's your name?

Alice, sire.

You will assist the doctor,

and you better be

a good little nurse,

or I'm gonna waste your entire

f***ing twisted family.

Aye, by your will.

All right...

so you're Alice.

Aye, sire.

I'm Douglas.

But you can call me Doug.

Doug art thou.

Yes.

Do you understand what

we have to do here now?

Aye. Understandeth I,

but understandeth thee

what happen could

when thee here stayeth?

Heareth thee me.

Stayeth here not.

Raineth thy God's wrath on thee.

That's it, you old f***er!

I have had about enough

of your bullshit!

One more word

out of any of you,

and you're all dead meat!

Hey, Arthur, I have an idea, man.

Why don't I lock

these crazy bastards up

in that room I saw over there?

All right, lock the f***ers up.

But if any of these morons

tries any tricks,

then just shoot them

straight in the face.

- You got it.

- You heard what he said! Get up! Let's go!

- 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,

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