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[Garret] You'd expect a power plant would have more hands on deck.

Day shift, there is.

Night crew's pretty much a skeleton.

Speaking of which, the decedent's name?

Billy Fisher.

Guy's been a fixture here for 30 years.

Doesn't even bother punching in most nights.

Any idea how it happened?

All I know is Kenmore Square went dark.

I checked the surveillance from the main office,

and, uh, there he was.

Poor bastard must have tripped or something.

Ouch.

Yeah.

To the tune of 150,000 volts.

In fact, you two might want to back up a little bit

while we work on getting him out.

You got it. Nige?

Done.

Hey, Doc, here's your--whoa-- nasty boy's paperwork.

Thanks, new guy.

Sydney.

It's my name.

Sydney, Doc.

I've been here over a month.

Welcome aboard.

Whoo!

This dog's a-barkin'. What's up, new guy?

Devan, have you seen Jordan around?

I-It's Sydney.

Not my turn to watch her.

She and Bug are making a drop-off.

A drop-off? Wh-wh-wh-whoa!

Is he kidding?

Yes, the truth is,

I'm sewing her into this guy's chest cavity.

She was looking for a cake to pop out of for you, but...

[groans] Oh, man, why would Jordan go on a drop-off

on the biggest night of my life?

Junior prom?

[fake laughs]

No. Governor's Ball.

I'm being presented with the Hanna Award of bravery.

I'm taking Jordan as my attractive arm piece.

Excuse me?

Listen, let's not make this

any more awkward than it already is, all right?

She's just coming as a friend.

I know I could've just as easily asked you.

[chuckles]

Did you say bravery?[cell phone rings]

Jordan, where are you?

Woody! Woody, I'm so sorry.

This blackout has the streets completely grid locked.

What blackout?

Over in Kenmore Square!

Yeah, there's cars backing up traffic

like you wouldn't believe!

Jordan, why are you yelling?

[breaking up] What--Hello?!

Woody, I'm sorry, I think I'm losing you!

We're headed into the tunnel.

What am I supposed to do, just sit here and wait for you?

[breaking up] Please--go on without me!

If traffic let's up, I'll meet you there, okay?

[breaking up] Whoa, Woody? Woody, hello?

I'm think I'm losing you.

Okay--

So I guess you're goin' stag, huh?

Don't be player-hating.

Unless...

Unless...

Do you think you could clean up in a hurry?

Wow, Woody, that is so sweet.

Is that a yes?

[sighs] Why do I bother?

Don't hate the player, girl, hate the game.

I'm supposed to go to this awards banquet thing

with him tonight.

Then why did you volunteer to do this drop-off?

What are you trying to say, that I did this on purpose?

Hey, it's probably none of my business.

[Jordan] Whoa!

What the hell?!

Hey! Easy!

It's not me. It's this guy!

Who in the hell does he think he is?

Stupid ambulance chaser!

I'd like to thank the Governor for this great honor--

No, no, no.

I'd like to thank the Governor for this prestigioushonor.

Prestigious.

Come on.

[clears throat] Okay, but being a cop is an honor in itself.

Applause, applause, applause.

Hey, hold the door!

What--oh, come on!

No, no, no!

If you're gonna use the freight elevator,

you'd better expect some freight.

People can say what they want about our line of work,

but that's just crazy.

All right, Lennie, let's fire up number six.

They seem to know what they're doing.

Look out!

[Macy] Then again...

No, no, no, no. This is not happening.

If you must know, Woody and I have been doing

this bizarre mating dance for the last three years.

I'm sorry, did I say I must know?

What the...?

Look out!

[car crash]

[new age music]

♪

You okay?

I think so. You?

I dunno, I, uh...

Oh my God.

Hey, do we have a first aid kit?

When do we ever need one?

I'd say right about now.

[woman crying]Ma'am, ma'am, you're gonna be okay, okay?

Just stay calm.

We need to stay calm.

Everybody...

[pounding on door] Hello! Can anybody hear me?

Hello! Just give somebody a chance to answer.

Oh, this cannot be happening. Shh, shh, shh.

It's past quitting time,

the building's practically empty.

Biggest night of my life.

Would you stop with that?

This is no picnic for me either.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is this spoiling your quiet evening alone

with Stinky Pete here?

Hello anybody!

Hello!

I gotta get out of here!Hello!

The minute you find out anything.

How far is the outage?

Sucker dominoed. Citywide, at least.

Would it be safe for us to get your friend out ourselves?

Safe enough, sure. And I'd appreciate it.

Let's go, Nigel.

Safe enough?

Did he say safe enough?

[woman] Is it broken?

[Jordan] No, it doesn't feel like it.

Is anyone here a doctor?

I thought you said you were.

I did, but--I am.

[Bug] Body bags we've got, but no first aid.

Body bags?!

Dios mio!

Not for you. You're fine.

Somebody call for a doctor?

Yeah, thank God.

No, no, not me. I need one.

Yeah, you and a lot of people.

Any chance of getting a signal down here?

No, mine doesn't.

Does anyone know what happened?

What the hell d'ya think?

The crash knocked out the lights.

Seems to me the lights went out first.

Yeah, that's how I saw it.

[Bug] Which probably caused the crash.

But what took out the lights in the first place?

Is Boston under attack, the city wiped out above us?

No reason to panic.

Don't lecture me, honey, okay? I'm missin' my flight.

Well, poor us.

I kinda doubt flights are getting out anyway.

Yeah, and who asked you?

There's one in every crowd, I guess.

Yeah, and I'm guessing that the ventilation is out.

Everyone shut off your engines!

Not a problem. I'm on it.

Everyone turn off your engines!

Uh, we should check every car,

maybe start up a quick triage until we--

[cell phone rings]

Woody, can you hear me?

Hello!

God! I had him for a second!

Yeah, but you were "headed into the tunnel," right?

Hey, there's a dead guy over here!

[Woody] Jordan!

Jordan, can you hear me now?

Jordan, can you hear me now?

Sheer volume of calls,

I'd be surprised if anyone could get through right now.

Unbelievable. [pounding]

Biggest night of my life.[groans]

Well, it is.

It was,Woody. Was.

I'm sure your big night's been called off by now.

No, no, no.

This is not gonna last long.

[Sydney] Hello?

Anybody in there?

New guy.

New guy, is that you?

It's Sydney, Doc.

Sydney.

Sydney, of course.Sydney, what's goin' on up there, man?

I believe it's called a blackout.

Everybody's a wise guy today.

Sydney, could you check the generator?

We can't have the cooler getting above 40.

Okay, you got it. Just sit tight.

Sit tight? No, no, no!

Sydney! Sydney, come back here!

Sydney!

Woman, are you out of your mind?

Hey, Doc?

What is it?

Where would I find the generator exactly?

Sydney, just forget about that generator.

It's one flight down the back stairs,

directly below the crypt.

Okay, cool, I'm on it.

Sydney! Sydney, get back here!

Sydney!

The cooler?

Doc McGuire?

Sydney?

Where is the crypt exactly again?

You're standing in it.

Oh, right. All right, my bad.

Just sit tight.

The only man on the planet who knows we're down here,

and you sent him to go check the cooler?

It's a public health hazard.

Thisis a public health hazard!

Thisis a public health hazard!

Being cooped up with Smelly Mel,

who is permeating the fibers

of a brand-new $400 dollar tuxedo

on what would have been the biggest night of my life.

Is this that famous bravery kicking in?

Hold this.

What do you think you're doing?

What does it look like?

Chippendales.

Heh heh heh heh.

In your dreams.

[laughing]

Nightmares.

Keep this clean.

I'm doing my part, what's your story?

Not sitting tight.

You want bravery?

I'm getting us out of here.

Woody, no, no--wai--wait, I didn't mean to--

Watch and learn, sister, ye of little faith.

"Ye"?

This the car that started it?

And killed the driver apparently.

Old beater. There aren't even airbags.

He's the guy who cut me off back there.

How's this for irony?

Guy works for the power company,

dies in a blackout.

Where's the other guy?

What other guy?

Weren't there two in the car?

Not that I saw, it went by so fast.

No ID?

Not unless his name is "Spartacus XL".

Condoms?

Huh.

My mommy's stuck.

Show me.

Ma'am?

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Lena?

Where's Lena?

Lena's here. She's okay. What about you?

Will you get her out?

You bet, Lena. We will.

Don't worry.

My luck.

[sobs]

We're just about done here.

Well, I wish I could say the same.

We'll be another hour or two, at least, trying to fix her.

If we're lucky.

Hey, how old of a man was Billy?

60, maybe?

He was a grandfather.

His poor wife.

Tell me, is this anything important?

I dunno, what is it?

You tell me. Your friend was holding it.

That's not ours.

Then what was he doing with it?

Maybe because this wasn't Billy.

What are you talking about?

How many grandfathers do you know

with a tongue piercing?

Hey, you're right.

This is Billy's jumpsuit.

But this isn't Billy.

Why do I suddenly have the feeling

this blackout was no accident?

So Lena, I bet you are quite the ballerina.

And a very humble one at that, huh, mom?

We were coming from practice.

It's okay, just breathe.

Okay, Audrey...

can you feel my hand on your leg?

Good.

Good, that's good.

Lena, why don't you stay with mommy.

And I'll be right back.

Okay, you want to hold mommy's hand?

Okay, there you go.

You're gonna be okay.

Radio says the whole city's in the dark.

She's that bad?

I don't really know.

She's pinned at the waist

between the steering column and the floor.

A little shocky, bleeding from the leg.

How bad, I really can't tell.

Well, can't we help to get her out?

At this point, I'm thinking less is more.

Last thing we want is a mob tugging at the woman

or at the car.

Let me try a couple things.

Well, maybe we can clear away some of these cars

in case help does come.

You mean when help does come.

Think positive.

I don't know,

I've got a bad feeling about this.

Only now?

[Devan] How's it looking, Braveheart?

No worries, I'll have us outta here in no time.

Not if you can't reach that door.

Yo, Devan, what are you doing?

Why should ye have all the fun?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, my tux, come on!

Here, come on, give me a boost.

Devan.

Well, I can't very well give you a boost, now, can I?

Come on.

Not that you ever would.

All right, here you go. Are you ready?

Uh-huh. Here we go.

[straining]

Okay, you got it.

Okay, come on.

[grunting]

You got it?

Yeah.

Agh!

Come on, you got it? You got it?

Okay. I'm good.

Go!

I'm good.

Got it?

Yeah, I got it.

All right, throw me down a rope whenever you get a chance.

Uh...

Devan!

Okay, okay.

Uh...here.

[chair crashes]

Aaah!

That was not a rope!

And I'm not pulling you up.

Could this night get any worse?

[rattling]

Anyone know what's behind these doors?

Yeah, a lot of pipes ready to pump

in case this harbor decides to flood in on us.

That's what I mean.

Between the bad air down here and the water above us,

this is not a place to be.

And it's only a two-mile walk that way.

Only two miles?

I mean, come on, people, calm down.

The power could come back any minute.

Or any day.

You know, unless you've got something constructive to say,

try not to speak.

Who died and made you boss of the tunnel?

That dead guy in the maroon car, for one.

If we stay here, who knows when help will come?

If we start walking now, there's at least a chance.

Now we're in The Poseidon Adventure.

Why don't you just go, do us all a favor?

Go to Hell. I ain't leaving my car.

Forget him. He's not worth it.

Whoever wants to come, let's go.

We'll send help for the lady

as soon as we get out of here, I promise.

Okay, fine, but leave us your keys.

If we have to move these cars to clear a path--

Have you seen what's left of my car?

Trust me, it's not moving anywhere.

[coughing]

Now what?

Your back feel up to trying to push a few cars?

I guess.

Hey, you got out.

Thanks for your help.

Look, Woody, it was an accident.

It's not like you were gonna get to wear it tonight anyway.

By the way, I got the generator working.

Thanks, new guy.

Which just tickles you pink, doesn't it?

All because I asked Jordan to go and not you.

Now, see, this isn't even funny.

Wait. What?My name is Sydney.

You've been gloating ever since she got stuck in traffic.

Go on and try to deny it.

Gloating? Are you delusional?

Cry me a river in Egypt.

My night is ruined and you couldn't be happier.

Don't complain to us, luv.

Not unless you've carried your John Doe

up nine flights of stairs.

Give us a hand, come on.

You couldn't leave him in the meat wagon

until the power came back on?

Not this John Doe.

He's the one who killed the power in the first place.

Why would he do that?

That's what we need to figure out, Sydney.

Help me get him to autopsy.

See, the boss knows my name.

What have you two been up to?

Don't even.

Cry you a river in Egypt?

This night's gettin' better and better.

If we can move these enough to create a lane,

we can get an ambulance through to the woman

or the woman into one of our cars and out.

Sounds like a plan.

Shouldn't we move that dead guy first?

I guess so. Out of respect, right?

Screw that, I just don't wanna be looking at him.

Hey, Morgue Man, you got any room in that

death mobile of yours?

Fine.

But I'm gonna need the gurney.

Anyone want to give me a hand?

Funny.

If I could just move this dashboard...

I'm sure we could get your legs free.

So, Lena, tell me about yourself.

Uh, you married?

Mommy's okay, baby.

Hey, have either of you guys

ever heard the one about the wide-mouth frog?

No?

About how, one day, she was hopping along,

eatin' some flies for breakfast,

when all of a sudden, out of nowhere,

this big snake comes slithering along

and he says, "Eeew, you eat flies for breakfast?"

And the wide-mouthed frog says, "Well, sure.

What do snakes eat for breakfast?"

And the snake said,

"Well, we snakes eat wide-mouth frogs."

So the wide-mouth frog said

[through tight lips] Is that so?

Oh, there's gotta be a better way to do this.

Excuse me, uh...

Would this be of any help?

It's a car jack.

I'm not very mechanical, but--

No, ma'am!

You are a genius.

Let me get that.

[cell phone rings]

W-Woody!

Uh, can you hear me?

Jordan!

Jordan, you have to speak louder, okay?

We have a bad connection.

Just listen.

Okay, uh, Woody, we are in the tunnel.

The TWT.

There's been an accident down here.

Jordan, Jordan, come again, The TWT?

We need EMS and fire down here as soon as possible, okay?

Jordan, Jordan, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

You--

Lost her again.

She still with Bug?

She said we.

Something about them getting stuck in a tunnel.

Ugh, talk about the worst place to be.

I can imagine with all that traffic out there.

You got here fast enough.

Well, not everyone carries a portable wireless

satellite GPS,

now, do they, luv?

And I always wonder why.

Now all circuits are busy. Well, she said they were okay.

Okay, two things.

I just hung up with the Governor.

He's put the state police on alert,

and he wants an answer about John Doe within the hour.

What's the second thing?

Uniform police have located the real Billy Fisher.

He and his wife were tied up at their home.

Alive, but barely.

What were you up to, young man?

So this is what he used to black out Kenmore Square?

He used his whole body.

Unintentionally.

Or he could have martyred himself.

What, you think he was one of those?

[Woody] Which would make this bigger.

Right, that's only occurring to you just now, is it?

I don't think so. Nigel, smell that hand.

Chloroform. Right.

Want to bet the real Billy and his wife

have traces of it in their systems?

You're thinkin' that he caught a whiff of the stuff

when he was trying to black out the city.

I'll have his ID in a couple of minutes.

And how you gonna do that?

What do you mean?

I'm just gonna take his prints

I'm gonna run it through the--

Bloody hell.

Would you settle for an actual ID?

Not that I can vouch for its condition.

Last name's O'Brien.

We need an address.

O'Brien in Boston?

Forget the phone book.

Here.

I have an idea.

Don't you always.

You ready?

Yeah.

I don't know how you do this for a living.

Having trouble, honey?

Come on, sunshine, why don't you make yourself useful.

Please.

Okay, you take over. I'm gonna try to pull her out.

All right.

On three.

One, two...

God!

[Sydney] Nice.

What is that stuff?

Mixture of amino acids.

Spot remover.

I could have done that.

Yeah, but you'd have had to plug it in.

Okay, first name George.

Garth Road, apartment 2-E.

I can't get all the building number.

One-eight-something.

Close enough. Let's get over there.

Sydney, hold down the fort.

No problem, 'cause Doc Maguire,

Sydney's gonna hold down the fort.

It's just a bad fracture. Nothing life threatening.

[mother groans]Mommy?

Lena, it hurts your mom now,

but a doctor will fix her up

as soon as we're out of here.

The worst is over.

Oh, hey, thanks.

Yeah, whatever.

Hey, good job. You got her out. That's great.

Let me help you get her into the van.

Well, you'll be the first one to sign your mommy's cast.

[through tight lips] Is that so?

[through tight lips] Yes, that's so.

What's the matter?

We may want to leave her outside the van.

There's something smelling funny in there.

Nothing funny about this.

Not even the designer suit under his power company jumper?

Severe blunt force trauma to the back of the head.

Looks like a good old-fashioned pistol whipping.

Then he didn't die in a crash.

Not by a long shot.

You called it.

Looks like our friend here was murdered.

[man] That's it, boys. That's it.

Cut the wheel a little bit. Good. Good work.

A little bit more. Just move it this way.

We got it. Okay.

More safe sex?

If so, I don't even want to speculate where that's been.

Not with little shards of glass

all over them.

It's obviously not from the car.

Let's suppose that our friend

was already dead before the accident.

And whoever was actually driving

pulled him behind the steering wheel afterwards

and then took off.

You mean we hope he took off.

Why wouldn't he?

He murdered his friend, caused a multi-car collision.

He probably left with that group

that walked out of the tunnel.

And how do these figure in?

What am I, Melvin the Mind Reader?

Aside from the blunt force trauma,

our guy had no other bodily injuries.

Now whoever was actually driving the car

must've hit the steering wheel hard on impact

causing sort of a circular bruising

to the neck or the chest. Excuse me.

Think we're making some progress here

but we could really use some help.

Okay. I guess this can wait.

[man] Hey, honey,

this kid's mom,

she's not lookin' so good.

[mother] Oh god!

God!

Oh!

God!

Ah!

Here. It's the right kidney.

[Bug] Her being pinned

must have been compressing her laceration.

Decompressing it might...

I'm with her. Why don't you go move those cars?

[groaning]

Police! Nobody move!

Clear!

It's all right, guys. Come on in.

[Devan] Okay.

Fair to assume our man, O'Brien, wasn't working alone.

Let's comb every inch.

This blackout was planned,

and we need to find out what for.

All right, if we move those few more to the side,

we might have enough room.

Room for your van, right?

Yeah, whatever.

Vehicle can squeeze through.

I don't care as long as the woman's in it.

Ah!What is it?

I'm fine.

Let me take a look.

No, I said I'm fine.Let him look.

Wow.

It's okay, 'cause I got a high threshold.

Ow!

[Bug] Yeah.

Not anymore, you don't.

Broken ribs.

Internal bleeding.

Maybe even a punctured lung.

You should be lying down.

I don't want to lie down.

I just want to get the hell out of here, okay?

Hey, buddy, we all want--

Why don't you mind your own business, Pollyanna.

Look, we can get these vehicles moved without you.

Okay, good. Good.

Just want to get the hell out of here.

Kenmore Square was the target, all right.

So what's there worth targeting?

What isn't?

BU, museums, Symphony Hall?

Fenway Park? It's the playoffs.

[Devan] The Sox are away.

But here's some itineraries.

Four one-ways

on tonight's red-eye to Paris.

None of them seated together.

One first class, one business, two coach.

I'll get the names to airport security.

Even if those names don't show,

have the airline hold all Paris flights.

I'd better notify Homeland Security.

Why?

It's just a robbery.

Albeit a really clever one.

Floor plans,

vault overrides, combinations, every detail.

[Garret] Of what building?

Well, not every detail.

See, unlike the rest of this stuff,

whoever planned the actual heist

was wise enough to label nothing.

So if this book was to fall into the wrong hands,

the scheme would be safe.

Don't you mean the right hands?

You got to admire their foresight.

[Garret] Okay, so it's a bank

or an art gallery

or something in Kenmore Square.

Who's to say the heist was successful?

Well, I mean, the blackout wasn't entirely, was it?

It would only slow their escape to the airport.

You could be right.

The most direct route to Logan

would be Ashland to Parmenter east to the tunnel.

[Nigel] The tunnel.

The tunnel.

What about the tunnel?

Woody?

I'm on with airport security.

[Nigel] Woody, didn't you say something

about Jordan and Bug being stuck in the tunnel?

Yeah. The TWT. Why?

[mother groans]

Is she gonna die?

Lena, look at me.

There is no way

your mommy's going to die.

I will not let that happen, you understand?

You promise?

Yeah, I promise.

[cell phone rings]

Oh, please be there.

Jordan?

Garret? Is that you?

You can hear me?

Not well at all. Can you hear me?

Yeah. Kind of.

Look, we need help.

Are you all right?

I'm fine. Yeah.

But we have a woman here

who needs an ambulance right away.

We're smack in the middle of the TWT

and there's a whole bunch of cars piled up.

But it should be clear from the Logan side.

So what, an accident?

Get me an ambulance here now!

It's on its way.

Listen, is there anything else unusual down there?

You mean besides everything?

The blackout was no accident, Jordan.

It's part of a robbery

and there's a chance the tunnel may be on the escape route.

Jordan.A second, Bug.

What? Did you say robbery?

No, listen, Jordan, it's him.

The jerk with the goatee.

He's the one that was driving.

Are you sure?

He has a bruise, a big one, here across his chest.

He's the one that killed the other guy in the car.

I'm sure of it.

[gunshots, mom gasps, Lena screams]

Jordan, what was that?

Jordan?

What happened to you, sunshine?

His name was Phil.

And that one over there was Dave.

Okay, I imagine you have a reason for telling us that.

I think you should at least know their names

before you cut them open.

Excuse me?

I appreciated your diagnosis.

God knows Phil's attitude

was hard enough to put up with.

I wasn't about to let him slow me down too.

You want us to cut them open?

You know, I'd do it myself,

but I have a feeling you'll find

what I'm looking for a lot faster.

And what is it exactly that we're looking for?

Cut them open. You'll find out.

Now.

Come on.

You thought you were gonna sit in your cars.

Now you're gonna help.

I need a big, fat lane cleared in five minutes

or I start adding to my tally.

Move. Move!

Please. The girl needs help!

I got my own problems now, lady.

But she needs the doctor!

Well, the doctor's kinda busy right now.

Keep it movin' over there!

Please let me take a look at her.

You want to see her? Look.

You want to help her, work faster.

You had us believing that you were just a nice guy

helping out in a bad situation.

No one's that good an actor.

You don't want to see that woman die.

Well, then you don't know me.

Keep cutting.

It would sure help if we knew what we're looking for.

You'll know when you see them.

Can you be a little bit more specific?

Diamonds.

Condoms stuffed with diamonds,

rubies, and emeralds.

Just when you think you've seen it all.

I'll take that.

Now we know why you stuck around all this time.

Dave here has nine more of these bad boys inside him.

Five million bucks worth.

Think I'm stupid?

Find six more of these in him.

Hearty appetites.

C'mon!

I'll drive.

[Woody] I'll drive.

No, I've got the GPS.

And Woody has the siren. He'll drive.

Did you just agree with me?

Don't let it go to your head.

Yeah, this is Chief Medical Examiner Garret Macy.

I need emergency vehicles on a rush

in the Ted Williams Tunnel eastbound.

Now judging from these stones, the blackout in Kenmore,

I'll say that you hit the Gibson Auction House.

I hear they've got some priceless stuff over there.

So you had a guy kill the power in Kenmore Square.

[Jordan] Who, needless to say,

got a little carried away, don't you think?

Anyway, the lights went out at Kenmore and in you went.

Passed the disabled alarms

and whatever other obstacle stood in your way.

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[Jordan] And you quickly bag

as many stones

as these Spartacus XL's will fit.

And then down the hatch.

But somewhere along the line,

I'm guessing that Dave here wore out his welcome.

You're taking our share?

He's takin' our share.

Move out.

Or maybe you just figured

a three-way split sounded better than four.

So what I took more?

That wasn't part of the plan.

Hey! Come one!

They're gonna come!

Whatever it was,

you suddenly realized you had a dead partner in your car

who had most of your take in his digestive tract.

Sometimes you have to make it up as you go along.

Yeah, you can say that again.

Question is now

are we far enough along to know what's next?

Next?

Well, we all drive quietly straight out of Boston

due north until we hit Canada.

That'll never work.

My friend,

I've already disposed of two obstacles.

I can easily make it three.

[sirens]

Come on, people. Come on, people.

Siren means move. Let's go!

Okay, you're gonna want to detour at Montrose.

Answer the damn phone, Jordan.

[cell phone ringing]

Don't even think about answering it.

So let me get this straight--

Less talk, more cutting.

Uh-oh.

What?

What's uh-oh?

Take a look at this.

Oh.

What is it?

I'd say that pistol whipping

did your friend Dave here a favor.

He would've had one helluva slow, painful death without it.

What are you talking about?

When will men ever learn?

Size is no substitute for staying power.

It broke?

Yeah. Sharp little buggers.

God, I can't even count

all these lacerations.

Uh-oh.

What is it?

Same here.

His stomach lining

is like ground beef.

That's what was hurting him.

You said it was broken ribs and internal bleeding.

At least I got the second part right.

[Jordan] It had to be the mitochondrial nerves

transmitting the pain to his chest.

Right. The mitochondrials.

You're lying.

[Jordan] Wait a second.

You didn't swallow these things too, did you?

What if I did?

You're both making this up.

You know, I wish we were.

Look, come take a look in here for yourself.

I don't have to.

It's your funeral.

Wait a minute, Bug. I can't do it.

I took an oath.

Stay in the van!

Hey, what are you doin'?

Are you experiencing any discomfort?

Get back in the van.

We may be wrong.

It's possible the condoms that you swallowed are still intact.

But if they're not--Shut up!

Glass.

What?

Shards of glass

mixed in with the stones here.

Did you have to break any glass to get to them?

Oh. Oh, man.

Maybe you ought to sit down.

You know, maybe you ought to get behind the wheel of this car

and get us out of here.

Is that lane cleared yet?

Not without that woman and her daughter.

We take them with us or we go nowhere.

All right.

In that case.

Don't![mother screaming]

Get out of the way.

No. Are you stupid enough

to think I won't?

Get out of the way! Don't you get it? You're gonna die.

Your back's feeling worse already, isn't it?

Your neck, your chest, your joints.

You're being chewed up from the inside.

It's from the crash.

What I'm feeling is from the crash and that's all.

Well, only one of us is right.

Give me the gun and we'll get out of here together.

Come on. We don't have much time.

Can't do it.

You are not a nice person.

Once again, ma'am.

You are a genius.

I'm goin' with her.

She's in good hands, Jordan.

And I'm going with her.

Hey, what about me?What about you?

My stomach's killing me.

No, it's not. You're fine.

Yeah, but the pain is real.

My stomach, my back, it's killing me.

Yeah. They got aspirin in jail.

You'll be fine.

The, uh, mitochondrials?

Yeah.

What, no showers at the precinct?

I came back for my tux.

Ah yes. That poor tux.

Don't start.

That tux has been through enough already.

You know, I am sorry about your big night.

I'm sure they'll reschedule.

What, are you consoling me now?

Woody, I only tease you 'cause I know you can take it.

Oh, you know that about me, do you?

Come on, big guy. If I didn't care,

I probably wouldn't talk to you at all.

I should be so lucky.

Ouch.

Only because I care.

Uh, Woody...

this Governor's ball.

I'm over it. It's done.

It's history.

It's next week.

Biggest night of your life.

Unbelievable.

Buy you a calendar...

or a drink?

[footsteps]

Hospital said you left an hour ago.

I walked.

Needed the air.

So how is she?

Fine. She's fine.

It's weird.

All this time we spend with dead people.

It's nice to have the chance to help keep one alive.

Yeah, it is.

It wasn't just me, though.

Where's that bad-ass Bug?

Nigel took him out for a beer.

Oh, sounds good. Devan too?

No.

I think she and Woody took off.

Really.

I don't know.

You wanna join the boys?

Yeah. Let's.

I know about the scalpels and the cut condoms.

But how did you manage to convince this guy

that he was dying?

Well, Garret,

you ever hear the one about the wide-mouth frog?

[mumbles] Mm-mmm.[laughs]

Keep thinkin'.

I heard the one about the chili dog.

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