Chain Reaction Page #4

Hey, what's up, Doc?

Aw, he don't wanna talk

to Georgie Porgie.

Uppity dumb-ass.

Hey, doc, we heard about

your little trip

into the big, bad woods

with King Arthur.

Pretty impressive.

Pay his ignorance no mind, sir.

Just take a look at

the picturesque setting,

the absolute sheer beauty

of unbridled nature.

We won't be able to enjoy this

for quite a long time to come.

I try to make the most

of these transports,

especially these that travel

through such exceptional territory.

Sure beats an inexplicable view

from a putrid jail cell.

Don't let him fool you with his

extraordinaire vocabulaire.

He'd smash your f***ing head in

in a second,

not even needing the slightest reason.

In fact, this chap has a reputation

of killing other inmates

just to get transferred

into another prison.

Another scenic bus transport

through the wilderness.

C'est vrai, Paul?

Jimmy, I didn't know

you could speak French.

Extraordinaire, mon cher.

My deepest apology.

It was not my intent that my plebeian friend

deny me the opportunity

of introducing myself personally.

Paul Anderson.

Enchant.

Doctor?

Madsen. Doug Madsen.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, my god.

F***.

Sh*t!

F***in' all right, motherf***er!

F*** you!

I could use a hand over here!

Stay where you are, or I'll shoot!

Put your hands up!

Put your hands up, I said!

Put your hands up! I'm serious!

You astonish me sometimes, Jimmy.

Sometimes. Not often.

You wanna show this lowlife

a little commiseration?

No. Thought I'd save him for George.

Bastard shot him right in the 'nads.

Oh, how sad.

Don't you think somebody should be

looking in on Dr. Madsen?

His talents are quite conveniently

in our forthcoming predicament.

George, would you be so kind

and exculpate my hasty actions?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Any idea where we're headed,

brainiac?

Doesn't matter.

Hunt us down like wild game.

Jimmy, according to the statistics,

our chances remain better

if we move into a northerly direction,

towards Canada.

Yeah, just like Arthur and his knights.

My premise is not based, at least,

on what Arthur did or why he did it.

I simply prefer the beautiful north

because it provides us

with the most breathtaking wilderness.

All right by me. North it is.

You are the man with the plan.

Am I? Fabulous.

Oh. How ecstatic to see you

hale and robust.

I'm gonna run and get me a gun.

What a gratifying surprise.

I told you again

and again and again.

He got shot in the arm

at the shoot-up on the interstate.

All right, so far,

I believe you,

that they forced you

to come with them

and that you helped Spence

with his arm.

There was a lot of his blood

on your clothes.

But then we found blood samples

of the others too.

No.

Not again.

This can't be.

Gentlemen, we're moving out

in five minutes.

And we need to find the first-aid kit

for the doctor.

Right.

Better 'n f***in' fireworks.

Hell, I ain't no doctor,

but at least I know that George needs

some f***in' attention.

I don't have enough legs

for both of us.

Patience, Shawn.

We need much more distance

between us and the interstate.

Can you hang in there, George?

I think so.

It's all startin' to get numb anyway.

Is that good or bad?

Six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Bit of both. Pretty normal.

Ah. About normal,

Let's talk about Arthur's normal.

You said that he set you free

because you helped Spence.

That's ironic.

The police and the cons

are both callin' me a liar.

Well, this doesn't

resemble the a**hole

we all know and well respect.

You see, he was always

very consequent

about his no-eyewitnesses concept.

And by the way, Doctor,

there's no shadow of a doubt

that you are lying.

But I respect that.

"Lying is the art

of pleasing each other."

Oscar Wilde.

- I need a rest, guys.

- Me too.

Ah, come on.

Hang in there, George.

You are quite a brilliant man.

Great. Brilliant man

with a short life expectancy.

How do you feel about the

leave-no-eyewitnesses philosophy?

I wholeheartedly agree with Arthur.

But if you are of use to us medically

and as long as you

stimulate my intellect,

you shall live.

Is that a promise?

Oh, a man like myself

doesn't give any promises.

For me, a promise

is the root of treason.

Oh, what a panorama.

How beautiful.

You don't have to worry about feeling

embarrassed. Let's get that suit off.

If I didn't want

to be embarrassed,

I would have chosen...

another profession, Doc.

OK.

Come on, meet...

Giant George.

But...

be careful, Doc.

He's a very good

friend of mine.

That might be

a little counterproductive.

You're makin' me

and my hands very nervous.

You're makin' me nervous too.

How does it look, Doctor?

He's lucky.

Bullet went straight

through the scrotum,

hitting only his left testicle.

I just have to scrape away what's left,

but I can't do it here.

In the interim, all I can do

is disinfect the area and pad the wound.

He should be able to walk

for a few more hours, but sooner or later,

I'm gonna have to remove the remains.

I took care of the injured arm

of the man they called Spence.

So you were no longer

of use to them.

I think so. They...

I would have only

slowed them down.

Spence?

That's Mr. Spence Palmer, right?

Doctor, I'd like to know

where you performed

that operation on Spence.

Stumbled onto a small lodge.

Like the ones hunters use?

Correct.

Good. Bring us there.

Isn't that the first place

the police'll search for us?

Probably, but they

didn't discover you

the first time, did they?

Then, uh...

this way.

Wait a minute. That's not north.

That'll put us parallel to the interstate.

Well, according to the doctor,

that's where the other group headed.

Yeah, right.

My big, red, white ass.

Sh*t. He's tryin'

to f***in' play us.

Is that an accurate assumption, Doctor?

You know, we don't tolerate treason.

Yes.

Yes.

You are lying.

You know, there's a fine line

between lying and treason,

and I'm afraid

you have just crossed it.

This scarlet letter

marks you as a traitor.

There you go.

I granted you your life

in exchange for George's manhood,

had you acted in accordance

with the rules we have set down.

Your deception now

has earned you

either an immediate death

or a slow, torturous one,

the latter being the end

the divine Marquis de Sade himself

would have enjoyed in elation!

Death waits for us

anyway if we head north.

"It's uncertain where death awaits us.

"Therefore let's expect it...

everywhere."

Come on, Doctor.

That argument we had,

don't take it too personal.

You had a little mishap.

You infringed on our trust.

Well, maybe my reaction was

a little bit extreme, huh?

Cheer up!

Enjoy the surrounding.

And acknowledge

you are still breathing.

How amazing.

How beautiful.

Just like a scene out of

the Grimm brothers' fairy tale.

I can see visions

of ghosts and fairies

floating through the haze.

Trees cast shadows of giants...

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