The Sunchaser Page #2

Why would I be thinking

about that boy?

What is it, Michael?

Look, Jimmy, Lou Brock.

What will you trade me for him?

Take it.

Doesn't fit me anymore.

I want you to do something for me.

I want you to turn off the machine.

- No, no.

- Don't be afraid.

No, no.

Don't be afraid.

Just do it.

For me, Mikey.

Mighty Mike.

Yeah. Here you go.

I got it.

- Yeah.

- Yes.

Hey, Michael.

Do you have a minute?

Bingo.

Morton's, 7:
00.

Oh, my God. This is it.

What should I wear?

How about the new stilettos

and them black thigh-highs?

You're terrible.

Okay.

I have a zoo board meeting at 2:30.

By the time I get home...

Dr. Reynolds.

I'm just gonna have to meet

you there at 7.

Don't be late.

- What the hell is this?

- It's your worst nightmare.

- No way.

- He's been turfed over to you.

- I'm not seeing him. Page Dr. Newman.

- Now in Surgery.

- Byrnes, then.

- Pathology.

How are you?

The Youth Facility physician says

you're reporting abdominal pains.

More than usual?

Okay, more than usual.

Reports of your scans are back.

Let's take a look.

F***ed, huh?

Tumor's gotten larger.

Excuse me for a moment, please.

Metastasis to the liver and lungs.

Double whammy.

Well, there it is.

I give him one,

maybe two months at the most.

Still looking pretty.

Still looking good.

Hey, I gotta take a leak.

You know, there is the possibility

that he might be eligible...

...for the NIH Sarcoma Protocol

over at City of Hope.

What? Come on, he fits all the criteria.

Advanced stage of the disease.

Nobody this far along

could survive that degree of toxicity.

- Especially a 16-year-old kid.

- Come on, Mike.

Sixteen is an advantage.

You can do anything to a 16-year-old.

Anything but guarantee them their lives,

right, Chip?

Let's be frank, gentlemen.

Mr. Monroe is a ward of the state, right?

They pick up the tab here.

I would strongly advise against it.

Subjecting a kid...

A patient to a regimen that...

And I think

Dr. Byrnes would have to agree...

...would be a painful waste of time.

I disagree.

I think you should screen him anyways.

See if he does fit the criteria.

You take him over to City of Hope

this afternoon.

Let's get him in there

before they close their study.

Me?

He is your patient, isn't he?

They wanna give you

higher doses of chemo.

It's a fly ride, man.

Where's the fax?

They're installing it tomorrow morning.

Now what?

Jesus Christ.

Monroe?

Son of a b*tch.

Drop it. Drop it.

You make a sound and you're gonna die.

I'll peel your cap right here, right now,

motherf***er.

What's the problem?

Shut up and move.

Help me!

Okay. Okay.

Keep your hands down.

Move.

Drive. I said, drive.

Drive!

Call the police! Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Help me!

Help! Get me out of here!

Call the police!

You need to be in a hospital.

Sh*t, man.

Thought I was gonna have to peel

that man's cap.

Mess with his motherfucking ride,

but this is much better.

You wouldn't peel a doctor's cap,

would you?

I'll drop you. I could care less.

- No, Dr. Reynolds hasn't called in.

- This is Mrs. Reynolds.

Okay, let me try paging him.

It's important that I reach him.

Dr. Reynolds,

please call the nurse station ASAP.

That motherf***er's dead.

They got your brother

all handcuffed and sh*t.

Like this is 1712.

Jesus, this looks like the 6:00 news.

It's the Hazards, man.

You don't wanna go in the Hazards at night.

Even the grandmas got tattoos out here.

Don't worry,

no one's gonna mess with you, man.

There's too many Judas around.

Don't.

Yeah, boy.

Man, f*** the police. F*** the police.

Your 'hood?

Whole country was our 'hood

about 400 years ago.

You see, I'm a mix.

Half-breed, half-Navajo.

Don't stare at them. Don't stare.

- She's tied up, you know.

- Punk motherfuckers.

I ought to UZI

these motherfuckers up in his car.

It's just another cluckhead

robbing a store.

Hey, pull in here.

- What for?

- Just pull in.

Money.

Get out.

I got one, two months at the most.

Yeah, I heard you motherfuckers.

So, what the f*** if I bust a cap

in your ass right now, huh?

Now, get out.

You got tools?

Tools?

- Man, don't remark me.

- They're in the trunk, I guess.

I don't know, I just got it. l...

Well, then open

the motherfucking trunk, then.

Easy.

Easy.

How do they live like this?

It's their 'hood, man.

You're stealing this car?

No, you are. I don't got a license.

Bing, bang.

I could care less.

I still got the touch, man.

Well, what about my...?

That is a $ 176,000 car.

You're about to trade down, man.

Now, drive.

Drive.

Listen, that's really stupid.

Easy, bust it right.

Hey, watch out, watch out.

Be careful.

Hey, bust it right. In there.

Go left. Left.

Right in there. Right in there.

- My man, Smokes.

- What's up, homey?

What's up? You're still getting f***ed up

over some b*tch?

Hell, yeah, you know it.

I just ain't got turned out

like your ass yet.

- F*** you, Holmes.

- F*** you, homeboy.

Oh, you for real, man.

Yeah, but who the f***

is this motherf***er right here?

He's all right.

That's my doctor, he's cool.

He's gonna make sure I'm all right.

I see doctor got himself

all hemmed up, huh?

You need some motherfucking walk-through

metal detectors in that damn hospital.

Because I just walk right up in that

motherf***er strapped.

You know what I'm saying?

They be checking like one out of 10.

So I figure I just stash the nine

in the ceiling of the fourth floor bathroom.

That's great.

Hey, man, you know,

I got this real bad pain in my side.

Check it out.

I don't pay attention

to that father figure.

I just handle mine,

and I'm rolling with the trigger.

Hey, doc, check it out, man.

It's a fly color, huh?

Do you have any idea

how toxic that is?

Hey, doc, the drill is talking to me.

The drill.

The drill, he's saying

he going to kill your b*tch ass.

Brandon, listen to me.

You have stage four

retroperitoneal sarcoma.

What's "stage four" mean?

It means you have

an advanced inoperable tumor.

Your only hope

is high-dose chemotherapy.

Yeah, I kind of thought that.

But before I die, I want to get me

as much p*ssy as I can get.

Brandon, listen, I can understand

how this might make you a bit unstable.

By the way, the moniker is Blue.

Brandon Monroe is just a name on a file.

Blue.

All right, Blue, where are we going?

Is that too much to ask?

Arizona.

Shiprock. Navajo reservation.

Are you insane?

Dibe' Ni'tsaa? What the hell is this?

It's Dibe' Ni'tsaa.

- We're gonna meet someone there.

- Who?

That's enough questions, all right?

Just do what I tell you to do.

Now what the f*** are you doing?

Well, I'm just trying to make up a little time.

I have to be at Morton's at 7:00.

That sounds like a f*ggot.

Is he your butt buddy?

- No, he is a restaurant.

- That sounds like a f*ggot restaurant.

Sounds like you've had experience.

I hear this is a notorious speed trap.

We should be careful.

Hey.

You wanna tear it? Let's tear it.

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