Maze Runner: The Death Cure Page #6

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That's enough.

Weapons ready!

On my command.

Charge it!

Ready.

Fire!

Teresa!

We need to get out of here.

What's wrong?

Thomas?

Thomas!

- Okay. Okay, we need to...

- Oh, sh*t...

Find something.

Here. Here!

Just put pressure on it.

Hold it.

You gotta go.

You gotta go.

No.

Not without you.

I admit, Teresa,

you had me fooled.

I thought we were friends.

Maybe it's just

in your nature to betray

the people closest to you.

Come on.

Let's not prolong this.

We both know

there's no way outta here.

Let's not make this

any more painful

than it needs to be.

Thomas.

Teresa.

No. No.

I think you have

something of mine.

Not that.

Where is he?

Just take it.

Leave him alone.

What is it with you two?

You think he's so special?

He's a lab rat.

He was born with a gift.

He never had to fight for it,

he never earned it.

He doesn't deserve it.

Maybe.

But it's his.

What about you, Thomas?

What do you have to say?

Don't you have enough blood

on your hands already?

You might not have been

able to shoot her.

But I can.

Okay. Fine.

Have it your way.

Janson.

Missed, you little sh*t.

Did I?

Oh, sh*t.

Come on. We need to go.

This way. Here.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm sorry.

I tried.

I know.

I think I got him.

Yeah, that's him.

I'll get the hatch.

All right, I got him,

I got him.

Let's go, let's go.

Come on.

No!

I can't get any closer.

Thomas!

Now!

Come on, come on, come on.

- Come on!

- Come on, Thomas!

Give me your hand!

Get closer!

Jump!

Lower!

No!

You gotta get closer.

Come on!

Yeah!

- Come on, reach! Come on!

- Reach!

- Pull him up!

- Pull!

Come on!

Come on!

Teresa!

No!

We have come

a long way together.

So many have sacrificed

so much

to make this place possible.

Your friends

and your family.

So here's to the ones

who couldn't be here.

Here's to the friends we lost.

This place is for you.

It's for all of us.

But this,

this is for them.

So, in your own time,

in your own way,

come make your peace.

And welcome to the Safe Haven.

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

You all want some food?

This is gonna be

a good home for us.

Yeah.

You had this on you

while you were passed out.

Figured I'd keep it

safe for ya.

Thanks, Minho.

See you out there.

See ya.

Dear Thomas...

This is the first letter

I can remember writing.

Obviously, I don't know if I

wrote any before the maze.

But even if it's not my first,

it's likely to be my last.

I want you to know

that I'm not scared.

Well, not of dying, anyway.

It's more forgetting.

It's losing myself

to this virus.

That's what scares me.

So every night I've been

saying their names out loud.

Alby...

Winston, Chuck.

And I just repeat them

over and over,

like a prayer,

and it all comes

flooding back.

Just the little things,

like the way

the sun used to

hit the Glade

at that perfect moment

right before

it slipped beneath the walls.

And I remember the taste

of Frypan's stew.

I never thought

I'd miss that stuff so much.

And I remember you.

I remember the first time you

came up in the Box.

Just a scared little Greenie

who couldn't even remember

his own name.

But from that moment

you ran into the maze,

I knew I would

follow you anywhere.

And I have.

We all have.

If I could do it

all over again, I would

and I wouldn't

change a thing.

And my hope for you

is that when you're looking

back years from now,

you'll be able

to say the same.

The future's

in your hands now, Tommy.

And I know you'll find a way

to do what's right.

You always have.

Take care of everyone for me.

And take care of yourself.

You deserve to be happy.

Thank you for being my friend.

Goodbye, mate.

Newt.

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