The Divide Page #2

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- Somebody get a medical kit.

Thank you.

- I got it. I got it.

- I don't know what to do.

- I got it. I got it.

- There's nothing here that's usable.

It's all from, like,

1984 or something.

- You gotta take the bullet out, right?

- It's gonna sting, okay?

All right.

Oh, f***!

- Sorry.

- You're gonna be okay, man.

- He's gonna die.

- He's fine.

- He's gonna f***ing die.

Shut up!

He's not gonna f***ing die.

What do you want me to do?

It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be all right, all right?

- Arch your back. Just lean a bit.

- Come on.

- Almost got it.

- Almost? He's gonna be all right?

- So he's gonna be okay?

- He's gonna be okay.

You're lucky it didn't hit

the artery.

- He's gonna be okay.

- Okay, you got to clean that out.

I got it. Thank you.

Come over here.

Come over here.

Okay?

Put your hand on the back there.

Press hard on the front,

keep your hands on the back.

- That's fine. That's good.

- Yeah.

Just like that.

He'll be all right.

Where's Sam?

- Hold this.

- Yeah, I'm here.

- Hold this as hard as you can.

- I'm here. I'm here. I got it.

Sam. Sam.

You okay?

You hurt?

You're alive.

- You're alive.

- Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Looks like some sort

of biohazard suit.

It's a radiation suit.

Bet we got hit by one of those loose

nukes I've been reading about.

It's just a matter of time

before one of them hajis

got their hands on one of them.

So you're saying it's the Arabs?

Of course they're Arabs.

They've been at war

with us for 20 years.

It's just that we've been too busy

stuffing ourselves

at the trough to notice.

We should have wiped them

off the map when we had the chance.

Now it's probably too f***ing late.

Oh, sh*t.

Okay, that's disgusting.

Let me guess, North Koreans.

- You're a f***ing idiot.

- Get out of here.

Oh, f***!

Holy sh*t.

Grab the tape.

I got her.

All right. Okay.

I got her. Ow!

All right, all right.

Take it easy.

Grab her arms.

Put her in the storage room.

Come on.

Get the door.

Get the door.

No!

Top rations.

Mickey's orders.

I'm fine. You take it.

You take it.

Can you make anything out?

Only thing I caught was something

about finishing up the sweep.

And they're American accents.

Turn off the f***ing radio, man.

That's what got us in trouble

in the first place.

Hey, Mickey,

what is that in your pocket?

Whether it's making

a damn fine sausage

or exterminating

an entire race of people,

those Germans

don't f*** around.

You're holding out food

on us now?

I got a couple of bits and pieces

in my room.

It's my place.

It's my right.

- Just go back to your room.

- Damn it!

Has anyone fed Marilyn?

What the f*** is your problem, man?

Don't waste that.

What's so funny?

What?

What's so funny?

Oh, nothing.

Just what you said

and how you said it.

"Has anyone fed Marilyn yet?"

Like she's your f***ing dog.

He gets it.

Show some respect.

She just lost her kid.

Go back to sleep, Adrien.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

She's pissed.

You've got something on your face.

Other side.

That's it.

She's all that's good in me.

I'm sorry.

- Too risky.

- What do you mean it's too risky?

Whatever's in the air outside,

it's in here.

Your goddamn duct tape

won't make any difference.

At least we can find out

what's going on out there

even if we don't find her kid.

- You're volunteering?

- I'm volunteering.

He's volunteering.

I say if he wants to go, let him go.

- Let me go. Come on.

- I don't trust you coming back.

What is your problem with me?

- He's got a problem with everybody.

- What about Josh?

- No. F***, no.

- Me?

- What about Josh?

- You want me to go?

He ain't got the brains

and that f*ggot ain't got the balls.

- He'll come back for his brother.

- Thanks, Mickey.

I'll go.

No, no, no, Eva.

Eva, you can't be serious.

- I'll go.

- Don't be stupid.

- I'll go.

- You happy, Mick?

You a punk. You know that?

You a punk.

When you ain't got no ax in your hand,

then you got something to say.

I don't think he's gonna like

what he finds out there.

At least we have to try.

Glove.

- How's your tube?

- Tube is good.

Excuse me.

Do you have air?

Is it working?

- You got one more to go.

- Is the compressor gonna work?

- Yeah, it's fine.

- There it is.

- Good to go?

- Yeah.

Let's go.

Promise me you'll bring her back.

I'll do my best.

- Let's go, guys.

- Let's do it. Let's go.

Let's do it.

What the hell is that?

Hey, Josh.

Don't worry, man.

I... I got this.

Wendy.

Hold it.

Go.

Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.

- Hey, hey, hey.

- What did you see?

- You're okay.

- I think I got two of 'em.

- What did you see?

- Where's your gun?

They got this... this lab set up there.

It's like... it's like...

- Josh, what else?

- Like what?

- What else?

- What do you mean what else?

That's it.

There's no survivors.

There's no other civilians.

There's no f***ing Red Cross.

I don't know if they're army.

I don't even know if they're American.

I'm sorry.

They're coming back.

No.

They're welding us in.

- How are you holding up?

- Uh, I'll live.

Delvin gave me his pain meds.

Mind if I take a look?

I just want to clean it.

You know it's gonna sting a little.

- Sorry.

You a nurse or something?

No.

You're just gonna have

a nasty scar.

Yeah, well,

chicks dig scars, right?

You lived below us, right?

Yep.

Was that you who played guitar?

Yeah. Did that annoy you?

No.

No, I actually really liked it.

Helped me sleep sometimes.

It keeps most people awake.

Not me.

Is everything all right?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Ugh, how can you

eat with that smell?

We've got to get rid

of those bodies.

How, exactly?

Chop 'em up,

toss 'em down the septic.

Should have tried harder

to get that door open.

That door is welded shut.

We should have put the bodies out

when Josh went out.

Shame we let

those bodies go rotten.

What do you mean?

You ever heard about that rugby team

that survived the Andes?

Their plane crashed.

They were forced to eat

their friends and family.

They survived up there

for months.

They ate everything...

ears, toes, a**holes.

Uh-huh, arms, legs,

brains, the spleen.

The only thing they didn't eat

was the penis.

If worse comes to worst, you all have

full permission to eat my body.

Yeah, you do.

But not my penis.

Nobody... nobody but nobody

- eats Bobby's penis.

What's that for, Mickey?

Uh-uh.

Delvin?

Well, yeah.

F***, yeah.

Yeah, I'll do it.

Come on.

I can do this, man.

I got this.

But can he live with it?

- Hey, Bobby?

- I got this, man.

Yeah, I'll be... fine.

It's just like cutting lumber.

I'll start with the arms.

I'll just get my swing down.

Eenie, meenie, miney, moe.

Chop a body from head to toe.

It's blunt.

Man, what you doing in here?

What?

How did you get in here, man?

I heard you.

- When did you come in here?

- F*** off.

How did you get in here?

What you got in your pocket?

Punk.

I was dreaming about Mom.

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