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[screams]

[grunts]

- [screams] - Paul.

- [strains] - OK.

[groans]

Look at me. Just breathe, OK? - I'm trying. I can't.

Jane, I can't feel my arm. - JANE: Breathe.

- I can't feel my arm.

Is it broken? Is it... - JANE: Don't think about your arm.

Just look at me. - Is it bad?

- JANE: Here. Lift, lift, lift.

[strains]

- PAUL: Jane, you have to set it. I'm gonna lose my arm, Jane.

Just--Just grab a stick--

a straight stick so we can tie the bones together.

- JANE: OK.

[groans]

I'm here. I'm here. I'm here. - PAUL: Jane.

Jane, you have to be quick.

- I know. I know.

- PAUL: It doesn't matter how much pain I'm in, OK?

[grunts]

You gotta do it quick, OK? - JANE: OK.

- You have to do it quick.

[Paul screams]

- OK. OK.

In the count of three. - PAUL: OK.

- JANE: Ready? Three... two, one.

[stick snaps]

I got you. I got you. Take some of these.

It'll help the pain. Here.

Here you go. It's OK.

Open.

It's OK. It's OK.

Keep talking to me. You're gonna be OK.

[strains]

- JANE: Shh!

- Did you-- Did you see the river?

Did you see it? - Yeah, yeah.

We'll get there. I promise.

[Paul groans]

["Wake me up, I'm drowning" by Noah Gundersen]

♪ I can't talk ♪

♪ No mouth to scream ♪

♪ I can't run ♪

♪ On my broken feet ♪

♪ Pressing in ♪

♪ Overwhelming ♪

♪ It's just a dream ♪

♪ I'm drowning ♪

♪ Wake me up ♪

♪ Wake me up again ♪

- Hey. I need you.

I'm gonna keep talking...

'cause I know you can hear me.

I heard you under all that snow. I know you can hear me now.

You're gonna be OK.

[wind howling]

♪ Wake me up again ♪

- Paul?

Paul?

Paul?

Paul?

[grunts]

Oh, God. I thought you were dead.

[sighs] OK. - Still alive.

- Still alive... [grunts] Sit. - Just gotta--

[strains]

- We gotta get going. OK? - Yeah.

[strains]

- Come on. We can make it down there. Almost there.

[groans]

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What's...

Are you OK? What's happening?

- I gotta stop.

[groans]

You gotta get help. - OK. Uh...

Let's go here, let's go here, OK?

Let's lay you down. You gotta lay down.

[screams]

Lemme see.

[strains]

Hey, hey, hey. - Jane...

I think I'm dying.

- You're not. No, you're not.

- Jane, I need you to get to the river. - No, I'm not going without you.

- Jane!

I can't go.

I can't go on, OK?

Does this count as drama?

- No, I don't think so. You're still breathing.

[chuckles but in pain]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - It's OK.

It's OK.

[whimpers]

You gotta go.

- No, Paul, I'm not leaving without you.

- You have to go I can't... I can't move.

I can't breathe. I just...

Jane, you gotta go, OK?

You gotta leave now. - JANE: OK.

[grunts]

- PAUL: OK, Jane...

if I die.

- Don't say that. - PAUL: ...Listen to me.

- Will you stop saying that? - PAUL: Listen to me.

If I die, just...

just know it wasn't because of you, OK?

I don't want you to spend one minute thinking about it, OK?

I don't want you to feel guilty.

OK? OK? - OK. OK.

I love you, Paul.

- [whispers] I love you.

[sniffles]

- If the pain gets too much...

take these.

Whatever you do, don't say goodbye.

- Hey, come back for me.

- I will.

- What does it say about us?

This was our time and place.

We're pretty unlucky, right? - No.

No, I think...

[sniffles] I think we're pretty goddamn lucky.

[soft groan]

I'm coming back.

I'm coming back.

- Go.