The Badger Game Page #4

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I cut myself... I cut myself

when I was getting free.

Oh, my God, I'm bleeding a lot.

Um, but we gotta, uh,

we gotta make...

can we get to a hospital?

'Cause, uh, 'cause...

I don't know.

I've got this condition, you

see, and...

Jesus... thank...

Oh, sh*t,

I got blood on your seat.

I'm sorry.

Um, do you have cell phone?

Al... Alex?

Alex! It's me.

Oh, my God! I can't believe this!

What are you doing out here?

Never mind, never mind,

that doesn't matter.

It's been so long.

I'm so glad to see you.

I am so glad to see you.

Look, honey,

look what they did to me.

Look what they did to me.

You gotta help me.

You gotta get me far away. You gotta

get me far, far away from here, okay?

We gotta... we gotta

go to a hospital.

We gotta call the cops.

We gotta call the cops.

Do you have a cell phone?

Alex?

Oh, no, no.

No, no, you can't stop there.

You can't stop there because

that's... that's the house.

That's where they are. That's

where they were keeping me.

That's the... oh, no.

F*** you! F*** you!

What the f***?

No, no! No, no!

- No, no, no!

- Hey!

Get back here! Hey! Hey!

F*** this.

- Don't you touch me!

- Would you f***ing help?

Damn it!

Join a goddamn gym.

Help me, get his arm.

In the chair.

Sit up, Liam.

Rags, rags, rags!

Second box, second box!

Help me, Liam.

- Please.

- The bleeding's not stopping.

Is there some sort of a situation

you want to maybe enlighten me to?

- Huh? Huh?

- Hemo...

I can't understand you, buddy.

Speak up.

- Come on. What?! What?

- Get over here.

Take his f***ing jacket off!

- What?!

- I think I know what he's trying to say.

What?!

F***ing spit it out!

In the the car he mentioned

he had a condition.

What kind of condition?

I think we need to get him

to the hospital.

F***ing spit it out!

Jesus Christ!

- I think he's a hemophiliac!

- A what?

Okay, here it is.

Hemophilia is a group of

hereditary genetic disorders

that impair the body's ability

to control blood clotting

or coagulation,

which is used to stop bleedage

when a blood vessel is broken.

So great, he's not

going to stop bleeding.

Didn't you know

he was a hemophiliac?

No, I didn't.

Well, I thought since

you two were so in love

that's the kind of thing

you would know.

I'm mean, it's kind of

important, don't you think?

We need to get him

to a hospital.

F*** no.

We're not gonna make it

to the hospital.

You know, he's not gonna tell

if we save his life.

Like most recessive sex linked

X chromosome disorders,

hemophilia is more likely to

occur in males than females.

What's the point?

Get to the point.

How do we stop the bleeding?

We can't keep the tourniquets on

all night, he'll lose circulation.

Blah, blah, blah, blah.

Okay, here.

To properly manage a severe cut

without the proper

medical assistance,

disinfect, sterilize,

and apply...

Super Glue?

Do you guys have any Super Glue?

I guess it would be pretty bad

for you if I died, huh?

A simple "thank you"

would suffice.

You want me to thank you?

Uh, yeah.

A couple years from now, you're

gonna be sitting on a beach

somewhere laughing about this.

About which part?

The part where

I nearly bled to death

or the part where you shoved

a poisonous rag down my throat?

First of all,

you could be a little

bit more appreciative

that we responded

as fast as we did.

And secondly, isn't it just

a little bit irresponsible

that you don't carry

some sort of medicine on you

for when sh*t like this happens?

It's at home.

Where I was headed.

I didn't think I was

gonna be getting kidnapped.

It didn't look like

you were headed to me.

I need to get to a hospital.

You will.

In the meantime...

Oh, sure, Super Glue.

In case you haven't noticed,

I'm a human being,

not a f***ing ceramic doll!

- Ow.

- All right, all right!

Calm down!

Stop your squirming.

Where's Alex?

I want to talk to her.

Who are you,

her boyfriend or something?

That b*tch has been playing me

this whole time, hasn't she?

There you go.

Good as new.

I don't suppose since

half my blood is on the floor

I could get a bite to eat?

You were too busy gettin'

high and having a good time.

And now he knows I'm involved.

- Oh, come on, kiddo.

- Come on what?

We might as well let him go.

What?! No.

Absolutely not.

We let him go

and he knows who you are.

Or we walk out of here with two million

dollars and he knows who you are.

But either way, he knows that we

have those photographs of him,

so it's not like

he's gonna go to the cops.

You don't know that.

He said he doesn't care

about his marriage.

Bullshit.

He totally cares.

And even if he doesn't care,

his father-in-law

pays his salary.

I'm sure as sh*t

he cares about that.

And then I spend

the rest of my life

looking over my shoulder.

He knows where we live.

He knows where you live.

He's got money.

He knows people.

He HAD money.

And we can just get out of here.

We can go to Switzerland

or Amsterdam.

Or, f***, we can

get a rail pass.

It doesn't matter.

We will have the money.

That's not the f***ing point!

He knows people, okay?

God, the plan is f***ed.

Oh!

It's not f***ed.

Do you need help?

No!

Oh, yeah.

I got you now, huh?

Is that a Nuke Pocket?

I'm sitting here, I'm dying, and all

you have for me is Nuke Pocket?

Well...

how am I suppose to eat it?

Broccoli?

Alex, is that you?

Look, sorry,

I'm sorry that I lied to you.

But...

I'm not the first guy on the planet

to have an unhappy marriage,

and I'm not the first guy

to look for a way out.

Is this about the other women?

'Cause I barely knew them.

I didn't have any real

connection with any of them.

Not like you.

I... I swear.

Do you have to wear that mask?

I know it's you.

Or are you too ashamed

to face me?

Hmm? Is that it?

Look at me, you f***ing b*tch!

I'm looking at you, Liam!

I've been looking at you

the whole time!

And now I see through you!

Through your three-bean

layer of bullshit!

And I don't think you're sorry!

I don't think you know the

meaning of the word, "sorry"!

Because when you

open your mouth,

it smells like sh*t!

So keep it shut!

Jesus.

Everything all right?

- Is he dead?

- No, he's not dead.

So what's the f***ing problem?

Forgot the reason why I was

doing this in the first place.

It wasn't for the money.

This is gonna change things.

What good is any of this if he doesn't know

that I'm the one f***ing him in the ass?

Oh, God. Did I really

need to know that?

This whole thing has turned

into a bit of sh*t show, hasn't it?

Did you know he, uh,

saved a kid's life once?

In Spain.

Who did?

Liam.

God, that's quite

an accomplishment.

Even after we've told you

what a compulsive liar he is,

you still believe him.

I don't know, I just...

I don't think maybe he's as bad of

a guy as you make him out to be.

With all due respect, Shelly,

you met him for like 15 minutes.

I know, but...

Have you ever had a man tie

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