Numb
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- 2015
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Mr. Evans?
Mr. Evans?
Mr. Evans, I'm Dr. Reese.
You're waking up in
Valley Memorial Health Center.
Hmm, Dawn.
Where... Where is Dawn?
I'm sorry to wake you,
but there's a police officer
here
who needs to ask you
some important questions.
Dawn?
Where's my wife?
I'm going to miss you.
Not as much
as you'll miss me.
No, of course not.
You're the sun, I'm...
I'm but a moon,
a mere satellite.
Sputnik.
No.
Heh.
Not Sputnik.
Heh. Actually, true story,
a girl I knew once told me
that I had a celestial body.
Hmm, I don't really think
she used that word.
No, no, no. She did.
I don't forget a compliment.
I just wish I could remember
who she was.
I wish I could be with you.
I'm here now.
I'm sorry you drove all the way
out here to sign your contract.
I just found out
this morning.
I knew when you knew.
These things happen, Will.
they drum up another one.
It's bullshit
and it's bad due diligence.
Look, I know you've gone
through a long drought here,
but don't worry, you're the guy
I want for the job.
That's not the issue.
It's a financial matter,
as simple as that.
It's got nothing to do
with you or me.
How's Dawn?
Did she make the trip with you?
Are you heading back today?
I want the job
you said was mine.
You can't manage a site
if I don't have a site
to manage.
I don't care if it's
topping trees or mopping floors,
you can transfer me
when you get your financing.
Jesus, Will, I don't hire
for those kind of positions,
you know that.
So call in a favor,
make a deal.
I'll make some calls.
He can check my phone,
I didn't want him
to see the call.
No. He just knows
you hate him, Da...
Dad, can we not do this
right now?
There isn't gonna be
a foreclosure,
Will's working.
The bank says
that they'll work with us,
but that was
a few weeks ago,
and we just missed a payment
and...
Well, you hear stories,
and I just...
I thought maybe you could offer
a guarantee,
just a name
and Will doesn't need to know.
Dad...
it's just for two
or three months,
just a little gap,
and then
you can take your name off.
No, I haven't forgotten
that I still owe you.
You don't stop reminding me.
But this job is gonna help me
pay you back.
We're almost there.
Yeah.
This for me?
How did it go?
I'm in.
No hiccups?
Did you get a letter
for the bank?
I'll get it faxed
later today.
Hi. Did you get the photo?
Yeah, isn't it great?
I can totally see myself
getting back into it.
Dad said what?
No.
No, he didn't have
to interview for the job.
No, they're starting him
right away.
Here's one. Hey!
What are they wearing?
Argh.
I thought you were going past.
Quite a deep freeze,
we got going, huh?
Yeah, you aren't really
dressed for it.
Could we get in?
Where are you going?
Out of this.
Where are you guys going?
Home. Vancouver.
Yeah, Vancouver's perfect.
Us too. Thanks.
I gotta tell you,
I am so glad you guys stopped.
There's hardly anybody
out there,
and they keep on driving by.
Well, I'm Dawn and this is Will,
and we're going to Vancouver,
obviously.
So are you guys from there?
No. We're visiting friends.
Oh, nice. Where at?
Jesus.
He's just out of prison,
I'm a prostitute.
Is that enough info?
Can we sleep now?
My name's Lee.
This is my sister Cheryl.
She thought she was gonna freeze
to death out there,
Vancouver,
I mean, that's great.
Hey.
Already got it.
I... I don't have cash,
so...
Just paying our way.
Cheryl.
Hey, we should, uh...
I, uh, want to leave them.
We got them off the road,
let's go.
He just filled our tank.
It'll be fine.
Oh, sh*t!
Oh, my God!
- Ugh!
- What are you doing?
What the hell was that?
Hey!
The hell are you doing?
Hey!
Holy sh*t!
Cold.
Let's get him in the car,
come on. Sir?
You can't be walking
out here.
- Get him in, get him in.
- Argh.
Okay. Okay, Dawn,
he's seriously hypothermic.
Call 911. Get the ambulance
to meet us at the next stop.
No signal. I tried.
I'll keep trying.
Okay, Cheryl,
hold him real close,
keep him warm.
Yeah, this is the place.
He's still sleeping?
Yep.
You know,
I'd say
that's pretty good karma
to start a journey.
Oh, God.
He's not sleeping.
No, awake is good.
No, things are not good.
Ah, sh*t!
No, he's... He's really cold.
He's...
He's probably been dead
for 20 minutes.
What are you doing?
What kind of karma
do you call this?
Same. We're just people
doing the best that we can.
And we can't control
the results.
Ho! Ho! There must be
a few grand in here.
Oh, what the hell!
Hey, I saw you dancing
the credit-card shuffle.
Okay, this is karma, man.
The guy could have a family,
okay?
Hey, you had no problem
taking our money.
Look, we're alive, Will,
so let's live.
I mean, Cheryl and I,
we could use the scratch.
What's the shame in letting
the universe help you out?
Yeah. Let the universe
pay for your gas.
God, just let them have it,
Will.
Look at this, the guy's
carrying around a math equation.
These are GPS coordinates.
Somewhere around here.
So you said you found him
out on the highway?
You think
he was out driving?
Kind of strange,
don't you think?
Out there driving
with no ID?
Yeah, I mean, he wasn't out
driving when we found him.
He was late stages'
hypothermic.
And he didn't say anything?
His name? Next of kin?
- Said he was cold.
- I believed him.
Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but we wanted to help him out,
we really need to get going...
You're not going anywhere.
Black ice.
Caused a bit of a pile-up.
Yeah.
Highway will open again soon.
Early morning.
Hey, sh*t like this
happens up here.
You did good to pick him up.
Hmm, most folks wouldn't.
If you ask me, you deserve
a reward, not a hard time.
Great, thanks a lot.
"Cormac Leith. White Rock."
Ah, there's a hit
from an old paper.
Gang broke
into a series of banks
in '95.
Real organized, though.
Killed a guard
in the last one.
Their run was 4 million
in gold coins.
Holy crap!
Never took any cash.
You know,
You're kidding, what happened?
Three weeks later
cops show up to a 911 call
and discover the guy
shot in a hotel
with the rest of the gang
dead around him.
Crap.
And the gold?
Says he has no idea
where the loot wound up.
He went down for it
for 20 years.
Guys,
they didn't recover the coins.
At least,
not when this was written.
- Heh.
- Wow!
Son of a b*tch
pulled it off.
So you think what?
The cords mark the hiding spot?
Only one way to find out.
He was out there,
and it wasn't
for his health.
So what?
You think he gets out
and he makes a dash
right for the money?
- It's what I would do.
- Heh.
Four million,
the four of us.
This is not a coincidence.
No, no, no. This is...
It's speculation.
We don't know sh*t.
Nah, I'm guessing if he...
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