The Sunchaser Page #7

F*** you.

Oh, no, that's a healthy "f*** you."

So he's out there sunning himself when

he had this sombrero over his face...

... and I don't know

what I was thinking.

I wanted to test the strength

of that sombrero.

So I got up on to the diving board

and jumped on it.

He came out of there,

he was mad as a hornet.

Chased me for an hour.

He was your age

when he went into the hospital full-time.

He hated that f***ing place.

Yeah, it was cold, marble, sterile.

He said it was a place

where you went to die.

You're looking better already,

you know that?

And they gave him everything

for the pain...

... but nothing seemed to work.

Pain was unimaginable.

I want you to do something for me.

I want you to turn off the machine.

No.

- Don't be afraid.

- No.

No. No.

Don't be afraid.

You know, I...

Just do it.

At first, I couldn't do it,

and I told him so.

Mighty Mike.

But then, after a few minutes...

It's a trade, okay?

It's okay.

Okay.

And then I ran and I ran

and I ran and I ran and I ran.

You never talk personal on it before.

No.

I think we're stable.

You think this heap will make it

all the way to Shiprock?

Jam it, Holmes.

This is Cynthia Allison, reporting

live from Flagstaff, Arizona,

where there has been a startling new

twist in the Dr. Reynolds kidnapping.

Michael Reynolds,

appearing live and well...

I'm so glad you're here.

Witnesses say

he was armed with a handgun.

All he said was, "Hold it right there."

And I put my hands up.

Apparently, some antibiotics,

steroids, syringes...

... and several dextrose-filled IV bags

were stolen from the pharmacy.

Reynolds' wife, Victoria, could not be...

- That's Daddy.

- ... reached for comment.

We'll be staying tight on this story.

We haven't seen anything this strange

since Patty Hearst took up with the SLA.

I never liked Reynolds.

- You never...

- Since day one.

- Hello?

- Dr. Byrnes?

I have a collect call from Dr. Reynolds.

Will you accept the charges?

Don't talk, listen.

I want you to tell Victoria

something for me.

- Chip.

- Michael, where the f*** are you?

Tell her I miss her and I love her

and I'll see her soon.

And give my love to Callie.

And...

I'm all right. I'm all right.

See you.

You want me to call the medicine man?

Tell him we're on our way?

He knows.

He knows.

Well, I'm sorry

that we had to stop you this morning...

... but we're looking for fugitives.

They might be in a white Cadillac.

We're in Navajo land, Holmes.

Sh*t.

F***. Son of a b*tch.

More judas. We're f***ed.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Is that a car?

Just some Indian boys

driving some horses.

Livestock or people,

it's always a battle.

Hi.

Nice horses.

Just a little stomachache, Holmes.

Check me out, man.

My father was Mike Her Many Horses.

I got it.

Excuse me, you on the tan horse.

Can we take car?

Go down?

- Down?

- What are you trying to say, man?

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, you drive pretty good

for a white man.

This is young Reynolds' first year

at Daytona...

... but we get the feeling

we'll be seeing more of him.

- You the man, doc.

- Whoo! Yeah.

Mighty Mike.

What was that medicine man's name?

Webster Skyhorse.

Webster Skyhorse.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Webster Skyhorse.

You sure he's expecting you?

What did he say?

Nothing.

Nothing?

I don't understand.

You talked to him on the phone, right?

I didn't talk to nobody.

You didn't talk to nobody.

What do you mean, you didn't talk

to nobody? What about the medicine man?

Webster Skyhorse?

Guy who sent you the book?

Last time I saw him, I was 8 years old.

I never heard from him again.

You're joking, right?

No, man.

Everything's cool.

What about the sacred mountain?

The holy people? Wha...?

The lake?

No white man

has ever believed in its magic.

Sounds like a lot

of Indian woo-woo sh*t, don't it?

Right up there with rain dances

and talking coyotes.

Do you know where I got this book?

I stole it from the library in jail.

You white people donate

a lot of dumb sh*t at Christmas time...

You know what I'm saying?

But everything's still cool.

Everything's cool.

Everything is cool.

You warped little f***!

I knew you were a fake.

I'm a goddamn fugitive!

For what?

For what?

A lot of shuck and jive.

That's for what.

I gave up everything.

My reputation, out the window.

Director of Oncology,

out the f***ing window.

Don't get all jacked up.

So don't tell me

it's just a lot of woo-woo sh*t.

It can't be woo-woo sh*t.

We came here to find the sacred

mountain, and we're gonna find it.

I'm gonna find it.

You're nutting up on me, man.

Don't nut up on me, doc.

What are you doing here?

This is private property.

Can't be the IRS.

They drive Chryslers.

Who are you?

Who are you?

I'm Michael Reynolds.

Dr. Michael Reynolds.

I'm an oncologist in Los Angeles.

This is my patient.

They were talking about you

on Good Morning America.

Really?

You have television?

No. I get Good Morning America

by smoke signal.

What are you doing out here?

We came to find the sacred mountain,

Dibe' Ni'tsaa.

Just show her the book.

Show her the book.

It's just a book he's showing you.

Here's a picture of it. Check it out.

You're the one who keeps leaving messages

on my machine for my grandfather?

The medicine man, Webster Skyhorse?

That's right.

That's great.

That's who we're here to see.

He can show us

where the sacred mountain is.

My grandfather may be a medicine man,

but he's also been a lot of other things.

Now he's playing hide-and-seek

with the IRS.

I just come by to feed his dog.

Happy trails, cowboys.

Listen to me.

That boy is dying.

And he's dying the hard way.

Abdominal cancer.

The only person who's meant a damn

to him in his short miserable life...

... is your grandfather.

That may be hard to believe,

but that is why he's here.

That is all he's got left.

Who are you, his great white savior?

Federal boarding schools are full

of half-breed Indian boys just like him.

I work with them every day.

They're my people. Mine.

I've seen enough college-degree white

people like you to last me 10 lifetimes.

So why don't you just leave?

Does that look like my car?

I traded in a brand-new

Porsche 911 Turbo for this.

I've been beaten up,

bitten by a rattlesnake.

I've been humiliated

by some lunatic astrologer in a van.

I haven't shaved,

or brushed my teeth, or bathed...

... or changed my underwear

in three days.

I have dirt in every pore of my body.

You want us to leave,

you're gonna have to shoot me.

In fact, I would prefer it.

You'd be doing me a personal favor.

Go ahead. Here, shoot me.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue. Blue, come on.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Blue. Come on.

Blue.

Come on, look at me.

Look at me.

Here's some water.

Blue?

Come on. Come on. Come on, Blue.

Look at me.

Look at me. Come on.

Blue.

Blue.

You scare me like that again,

I'll kill you.

Blah, blah, blah.

We're almost there, Blue.

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