The Numbers Station Page #4

What's wrong with you?

What are you doing here?

You're in it.

You asked for it

and you're in it.

Here, locked and loaded.

Safety's off.

It's good to go.

I don't want your f***ing gun.

If I was gonna kill you, I would

have done it a long time ago.

exactly what we want.

You'll broadcast my

numbers because now

you know every

choice has a consequence.

You'll do exactly what we want.

You'll broadcast my

numbers because now

you know every

choice has a consequence.

My cell phone.

My cell phone's

in your glove-box.

We can use it to call for help.

Doesn't help much with the guys

waiting outside that door.

Yeah, but there are three

voices on the recording, right?

The one who attacked us, the one

who was dead in the basement.

And one guy who will

watch outside. Maybe.

Yeah.

Lock yourself in.

It's the only secure

room we got left.

Yes, it's done.

Come upstairs. Leave the

door open and drive away.

Welcome to early retirement.

God, Meredith.

Please.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, these are them.

Meredith.

F***, no!

Okay.

I unlocked the cypher.

I got the cypher.

It was just one... One

more, one more broadcast.

Forget the broadcast.

Ow, oh...

Come here, come here.

It's seven.

It doesn't matter.

Please...

What?

It's 7-4-6-3.

Can you remember?

Everything's all right.

It's all right. It's okay.

Go, go...

Okay.

Can you keep your

pressure on it? Okay.

Did we do it?

I think so.

Will I die?

No, you can live

a long time like this.

I need a doctor.

Can you take the bullet out?

It's a lot different than taking a

piece of scrap out of your leg.

Oh!

Here.

This is gonna take

the pain away for a while.

Wait.

I'm gonna wake up, right?

I've seen four guys get shot in the gut.

Every one of them lived.

Not the bullet. You.

You wouldn't...

What?

You wouldn't do

that to me, would you?

No.

Blackleg Miner.

Under duress.

Please hold.

Blackleg Miner,

what's going on?

Terminal was compromised.

What's your status?

Terminal secure.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Numbers secure?

Of course.

That's all that matters.

Yeah.

All assets retired.

She's dead?

Yes.

All right, then.

Get out! Get out of the car!

Hey, don't shoot, don't shoot.

I got money.

I don't want

your f***ing money.

Help me get her in the car.

We gotta get

into town. We need to

get to a hospital.

What happened to her?

She's shot?

Shot? Out here? Help me!

Help me get her in.

Okay, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

What happened?

Is she dead?

She will be if you

don't hurry the f*** up.

I understand that.

I'm not a fool.

You understand that,

you're not a fool.

Who are you working for?

I used to work for the same righteous

pricks who twisted your life.

Now I work for the other side. Just

as twisted but they pay a lot more.

They break us, you know.

Turn us into

these awful things.

Broken pieces.

They push us.

Make us into men we're not.

And then complain

when we no longer function.

They think we should

live like this is normal.

Like this is how we should

behave, how we should think.

And our reward for this life?

We try to run away

and they kill us because

of what they

forced inside our heads.

You think men like

that deserve to live?

They deserve everything

they got coming.

Maybe.

Did you stop the broadcasts?

Yeah.

Why?

Some fleeting virtue in not

being a mass murderer.

I take it you're

not a religious man?

You don't believe

in a guiding light?

No.

You're like me, then.

Floundering in wet sh*t.

Yeah.

How long do you think

we can go on like this?

Still at this, are we?

So, you told me she was dead.

Look, tell me.

Burnt down,

a man's worth $4.40.

Excuse me?

That's what you said.

When?

In the car.

When all's said and done, you

know, carbon and minerals.

A human being's worth

less than five bucks.

I said that?

Uh-huh.

Well, you know me,

I talk a lot of sh*t.

But if you say I

said it, then I suppose

I should believe you.

What about it?

Hmm...

We walk.

Both of us.

Well, you might walk but her...

That's impossible.

She knows too much.

She's got the codes. She's got the cypher.

She's compromised.

It's gotta stop.

I'll get you

a prescription for Ativan.

That will stop your

conscience bothering you.

Yeah. Well, take

a look at that.

It's a copy of the broadcasts.

The ones she stopped.

Number 14 might be

of interest. It's you.

She took a bullet for you. Gotta

be worth more than five bucks.

What do you want?

Give me a week.

Ten days.

And I'll find your

bodies at the station?

You'll find enough.

Start the count.

We were never here.

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