The Tiger's Tail Page #6

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Connor! Come on.

Come on, come on, please, come on!

Jesus!

It's completely blocked.

- We'd better carry him.

- What?

We'll carry him.

There it is!

Is that Connor O'Leary?

- Yeah!

- How's he doing?

- I don't know.

- You're better off on foot.

We're gridlocked. I'll radio in

to the hospital. Get him down fast.

- He won't do anything!

- Go on, go on.

- Do nothing!

- Just go on, as quick as we can!

We have to see a doctor now!

Take a seat over there.

Take a seat.

- There is no seat!

- Lads! Lads!

- I'll get him to see you right away.

- Thanks very much.

- They know me here. Alright?

- Yes.

Thank you. Thanks very much.

Connor! Connor. Connor.

Connor, come back!

Come on, hang on now.

You can't chuck it in.

OK, life sucks, but you believe

in stuff. You can make it better.

You can't let your

anti-globalisation pals down.

Without warriors like you,

they'll genetically modify everything

behind our backs.

And I love you.

Samantha...

That's it. That's it, Connor.

That's it. Keep talking.

Coming through, please!

Connor.

Connor!

He will be alright, won't he?

I hope so.

- Hello, Jane.

- Andy, what?

Every time he starts to come round,

the more the barbiturates metabolise

in the liver,

and it puts him under again.

He'll be in and out of consciousness

for 24 hours or so, but he'll be OK.

- Thank God.

- He's going to be fine, they say.

- You'll all have to leave now.

- They're going to find him a bed.

- OK. Nurse, will you call if?

- We'll let you know of any change.

I've left my mobile number with them.

OK.

We've made a mess of it.

Yeah.

I should have...

No. You were there.

You're his father, Liam.

It's epidemic amongst the young men

of this country.

They're like our suicide bombers.

They're protesting against

what we've become as a society.

And it seems that every success

needs a victim to go with it.

Well, you know, Andy,

Connor would go for that.

Cheers.

Mind you, it might have been the girl.

There was a girl?

Ah, well...

Look, there's Tommy.

Tommy? Tommy, you're sleepwalking.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Good lad. That's it.

Back the way you came.

And he's tried it twice.

So what are you going to do

now you're out of the loop?

Now you're one of us,

one of the have-nots?

Where am I?

"Who am I?" is a better question.

- I was trying to be dead.

- I know.

Where are we going?

I thought maybe Cuba first stop,

so you can see Marxism in action.

Cuba?

Or we could take a trip around the bay.

Back to school tomorrow, if you want.

Here.

Get that jib sheet there,

Connor, will you?

Come on, get a move on!

You're not going to start

shouting at me now, are you?

Nah. I'm a changed man.

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