Bloodletting

-And now he wants a cell phone if you can believe that

Woman: I know that look. Then you get really quiet. So are you gonna tell me?

Lori: We had a fight this morning. It got ugly. Hurtful

Woman: I'm sorry,hon. Men can be jerks

Lori: Thing is,if we're being honest,he wasn't the asshole

Woman: Ah,gotcha

Lori: He was trying so hard to be reasonable,it just pushed my buttons all the more. God,I sometimes wish he would just have it out with me and blow up,tell me I'm being a bitch if that's what I'm being. Instead he's just so...

[sighs]

Woman: Don't beat yourself up

Lori: No? You can't tell me that being pissed at your husband because he doesn't yell at you is even close to being rational

Woman: That's one problem I don't have with Tom

Lori: But you still love him

Woman: Sure I do. Might as well. We're lifers

Lori: I admire your pragmatism

Woman: You still love Rick?

Lori: I've been asking myself that a lot. And I think the answer's yes. It's just I'm trying to remember how that works. Maybe the only real problem we have is we got married so young and it's--

[siren blares]

Lori: Excuse me. Is he alive?

Shane: He's in surgery

[school bell rings]

Lori: How?

Shane: There was a radio call that said that there was two suspects in a car. But there was a third man. Somebody screwed up. I screwed up. I did not see him in time. Lori,it's my fault

Lori: I don't believe that. What do I say? How do I tell my son his father's been shot?

Shane: You don't have to do it alone

Lori: Okay

[inaudible]

theme music playing]

[panting]

[grunts]

Rick: Come on

Shane: Hey,you move,shithead. Come on. Get us there

Rick: How far? How far?!

Otis: Another half mile that way. Hershel. Talk to Hershel. He'll help your boy

[gasping]

Otis: I'm sorry

Shane: Let's go. Come on!

[panting]

[grunts]

Maggie: Dad!

Hershel: Was he bit?

Rick: Shot. By your man

Patricia: Otis?

Rick: He said find Hershel is that you? Help me. Help my boy

Hershel: Get him inside. Patricia,I need my full kit. Maggie,painkillers,coagulates--grab everything. Clean towels,sheets,alcohol. In here. Pillowcase

Rick: Is he alive?

Hershel: Pillowcase,quick

Rick: Is he alive?

Hershel: Fold it. Make a pad. Put pressure on the wound. I've got a heartbeat. It's faint

Patricia: I got it,step back

Hershel: Maggie,IV

Maggie: We need some place

Hershel: Your name?

Rick: Rick

Hershel: Rick?

Rick: I'm--I'm Rick

Hershel: Rick,we're gonna do everything we can,okay? You need to give us some room. Now

Otis: I'm sorry

Shane: Move!

Otis: He's alive? He's still alive?

Shane: Hey...okay...It's okay. You got blood,man. Okay. I'll take it from you. Where is he? Where is he? Is he okay?