The Air I Breathe Page #4

I could get some money together and

you could get far enough away and

not even Fingers could touch you.

Why are you helping me?

I don't know.

I just want to.

For as long as I can remember

I've never let myself

want anything.

Stay away from windows, and

help yourself to anything

in the kitchen.

Otherwise, don't touch anything.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I'm fine, it's just work.

What'd you do today?

I looked for you.

I like what you've done with the place.

Figured if I was gonna be here for a while.

Who's that, in the picture with you?

It's Markie.

Were you guys close?

- Yeah.

We were, he's uh...

He died.

What happened?

I saw it coming, and...

I couldn't do anything to stop it.

I know how that feels.

Makes you feel like you

never wanna feel anything

ever again.

Just what I need, more scars.

Did you know that scars are

the road map to the soul?

It's been a couple weeks, I was thinking

that may be we could take a trip?

Tomorrow?

So, we're leaving?

- Yeah.

What's in your hand?

- Nothing.

Something I think I saw.

It's not what you think.

- What're you up to?

Don't worry about it.

It's for a friend.

Who is this?

You piece of sh*t.

Three weeks you've been looking

for this tart. Three weeks.

Asking around, busting heads,

you by my side

and all this time

she was sitting right here with you.

You'd think when that scumbag Frank begged for death

you would've shown some mercy on the

poor bastard and told me the truth.

But no, you just stood there and watched.

You are a cold piece of work, my friend.

A cold piece of f***ing work.

What's this? You put some aside,

take your little lady on vacation?

Is that yours?

I don't think so.

Leave me alone.

What's the matter with you?

Back in the day you would've saw this coming.

You're losing your touch.

You say something to me?

Trying to say something to me?

You put me in this situation.

You think I'm a bad man?

I'm talking to you.

I'm not a bad man.

I want what everybody wants.

I tried to give you everything.

And what happened? What'd you do with it?

That wasn't enough for you.

It wasn't enough, you wanted more.

You have all the love in the world,

But that's not enough for you.

So you took my friend, and you

turned him against me. And then what?

You're a selfish little sh*t.

I guess

you don't know what you've got

till it's gone.

Tell me...

Tell you what?

Your real name.

This gate's closed, you gotta go around the front.

- You gotta let me in.

You don't understand.

I'm a doctor.

You gotta go around the front.

- Someone's gonna die.

I gotta see Trista.

Come on man, I'm a doctor.

She is gonna f***ing die and

it's gonna be your fault.

Everyone has a purpose.

Sometimes a person lives their entire life

without knowing what theirs is.

Not me. I knew when I was 10.

My purpose is to love the right person

wholly and completely.

When I was ten, that person

was Heidi Fontell.

But when Heidi's father moved

her family away

I was sure I would love again

and soon.

I was wrong.

I met Gina in med school.

We were best friends.

My roommate Henry said she was the kind of girl

you waited to marry.

But, I waited too long.

She married Henry, right outta college.

And I was best man.

And all these years later,

I guess I still am.

So, where were we?

Henry was trying to make a point.

About you joining him in plastics?

- What else?

Bob is rich.

That's not right.

And Derrick. Derrick barely graduated.

And Derrick is rich as sh*t.

It's not all about money.

Hey, you put in the time, you do the work.

You oughta be compensated.

I'm doing fine.

- A lot of folks are doing fine.

She's doing fine. Oh, that's right.

She's the waitress.

Everyone else I know? Rich as sh*t.

- I'm not.

But you're doing genius research which

one day will lead to an amazing discovery.

- May be

And that will lead to patents, and then

we're talking stupid rich.

There is nothing wrong with her trying

to make people's lives better.

No, it's fantastic. I love her for it.

I make people's lives better.

I do. Come on! Okay, I admit it.

The boob jobs and the botox,

that's what pays for my amazing car.

Okay, but consider this. A girl is born

with a nose that could kill on sight.

There's no prom date for this girl.

No shy first kiss.

She gets in an accident,

sure you patch her up fine.

But eventually this girl's gonna

write a goodbye letter to her cat

and throw herself off a rooftop.

The same girl, she comes to me,

I do a little of my magic and, my friend,

that letter never gets written.

I have saved a life.

I saved a life today.

May be I did, too

We'll never know.

But either way, I'm going to sleep

tonight in one big motherfucking house.

I gotta pee.

My husband.

- Your husband.

So, how are the snakes?

- They're great.

The hours are killing me, though.

- You feeling alright?

Exhausted. Been fighting a cold, too.

- You should come see me tomorrow.

I don't wanna bother you.

- That's impossible.

You know that, right?

Take care.

Think about what I said.

You this way?

- No, I'm actually parked out back.

You gonna be okay?

- Yeah, I'm used to this.

Love you.

- Love you too.

Bring me the file.

You're gonna cure hemophilia, little guy.

This isn't a rattler.

May be you wanna break out the gear?

Don't worry.

What have we got?

- Snake bite.

They sent us the wrong anti-venom.

She needs a transfusion now.

Gina, can you hear me?

Come on wake up now. What?

What did she say?

- I'm not sure.

Something about her blood. Get her blood type.

Tell me about this snake.

- You don't understand.

It's already in her heart.

She needs a transfusion.

Get me that blood type now.

- She's got twenty-four hours.

Doctor, I have her blood type.

What the hell is this?

- The lab said it's extremely rare.

Do we have any of this in stock?

- I have never even seen it come through here.

Alright, check again.

Just do it.

Henry, did Gina keep any of her own blood in storage?

Listen, she's been bitten.

Hello, can you check again please, it's

very rare. Next week is too late. Thailand?

We don't have it doctor,

I checked the computer files.

We don't have her blood type. Doctor!

What are you doing?

Wait, you don't understand.

You gotta let me go.

You don't understand, she's gonna die.

I'm fine. Just let me go.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm here live inside Palm Hill studios

where Trista has begun production

on her second music video.

Now, we're not allowed to take you

inside the actual shooting,

but while we're waiting, why don't we take

another look at a clip from a recent interview,

that had everybody wondering,

pop superstar or pop meltdown.

What makes me special?

- Yeah.

Nothing.

- Nothing?

You mean, like, what makes

me better than everyone else?

No.

not better, just, uh, deserving.

- Deserving?

I have a really rare blood type.

How about that?

A blood type?

- Yeah, it's called KPAB.

Almost nobody has that.

That's my gift from God.

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