Heatstroke Page #4
with a f***ing housewife.
(GASPS)
Those men will come
after us, won't they?
They'll have to. We saw too much.
I shouldn't have
walked into that camp.
No.
- I didn't know.
- I know.
Can't we stop for a little longer?
No.
Each hour we walk, we are
widening the search area.
The wider it is, the harder it will
be for those men to find us. Ow.
Let's go.
(ZIPPER ZIPS)
Come on.
(SIGHS)
(BREATHING SHAKILY)
(PANTING)
(INSECTS BUZZING)
Don't, Jo!
What now?
We can't drink it.
It will make us sick.
- Why did we walk all this way then?
- Because we didn't know.
- (WATER BOTTLE CLANGS)
- That's so stupid!
Mm.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(SOBS)
Shh.
(SNIFFLES)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
Run, Jo, run!
(COUGHING)
Tally!
Tally!
(WIND HOWLING)
(COUGHS)
- No!
- Jo!
Jo, where are you?
(GASPS)
(GASPS)
Jo!
Are you all right?
After the storm passed,
I couldn't see you.
It was like the earth
swallowed you up.
One minute I grabbed the journal,
the next I was in this bush.
DIBS:
I'm coming in tocircle the area now.
MALLICK:
Yeah, thank you,Alpha one. Thank you.
Do you think it's them...
looking for us?
Let's not take a chance.
DIBS:
I thought I sawsomething move down there.
Check it out. Circle
again just to make sure.
Roger that.
All clear. No sign
of life. I'm off.
Okay. Just look at the
water hole again.
Okay.
They couldn't have gone
far... not in this heat.
(ENGINES TURN OVER)
JO:
It looks like there's only one morewater hole before that little town.
Come on. Let's go.
Ah!
My leg! Something bit me!
Oh!
(GASPING)
Just hold on. I'll get the
stuff from the first-aid kit.
(GASPING)
(GASPING)
Relax, Jo.
(GASPS)
This is adrenalin I'm giving you.
You need this, too.
Anti... antihistamine.
You must.
Try to breathe slower.
(GASPS)
Slower...
Slow breaths.
I'm gonna make a run
to the water hole.
I'll be back as soon as I can.
Promise me...
Slow breaths.
(AIRPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)
(PANTING)
(AIRPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)
(AIRPLANE FLIES OVERHEAD)
(PANTING)
Okay, boss.
Left.
(HYENA GROWLING)
(HYENA SNARLS)
(HYENA GROWLS)
(HYENA SNIFFING)
(HYENA GROANS)
(HYENA GROWLING)
(GUNSHOT)
(DISTORTED) Get up.
Get up!
(NORMAL VOICE)
I have a daughter, too.
Now go. Now! Go!
(GUNSHOTS)
(GUNSHOTS)
I didn't sign on to
kill women and kids.
Huh? (CHUCKLES)
You know what I have to do next.
You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do, man.
(CHUCKLES)
(GUN C*CKS)
Bodley...
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTS)
(ENGINE TURNS OVER)
PAUL:
The incrediblething about the hyena
is how it'll fight to its death for
something much bigger than itself.
They'll defend themselves and
(HYENA CHATTERS)
(HYENA GROWLS)
(ENGINE SHUTS OFF)
(HYENA CHATTERS)
(CAR DOOR CLOSES)
(METAL CREAKING)
(SIGHS)
Jo! Jo!
He was here again...
just like the other morning
when you were asleep.
Dad.
It was dad.
I know. I've seen him, too.
Come on. Let's go.
You're okay.
You're fine.
MIRIAM:
She's okay, right? Is she awake?
She is sleeping more normally now.
(SIGHS)
I've been going out of my mind
trying to figure out what
could have happened.
I'm so sorry, Tally. I'll
be on the next flight.
(RECEIVER CLICKS)
(CRIES)
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
Miss Rubin, we should really
take a look at that leg now.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)
You slept for over 24 hours. It's
hardly surprising after everything.
- Where's Jo?
- Her mother came and took her.
- How is she?
- She's feeling better.
She didn't say goodbye.
I read about you two in the
newspaper, about what you did...
And about her dad, too.
I'm really sorry.
(BREAKS SQUEAL)
(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
JO:
I will never do drugs again.I've had more than enough of that.
- MIRIAM:
And that's what kept you alive?- No, Tally did that.
Here. It's a cheeseburger
and milkshake... chocolate.
Sorry I drank some of it.
(CHUCKLES)
I didn't realize one wasn't
going to be enough for me.
Hey.
Honey, I'm really sorry, but
if we miss this plane...
There won't be another
for days. I know.
That's right.
What are you gonna do?
I promised to go back.
I need to say goodbye.
Mom, I want to go with her.
I want to say goodbye, too.
Honey...
It's a miracle you survived.
It's no miracle.
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