Ditched

Psst. Hey.

Wake up.

You have to get me outta here.

My back is killing me.

What happened?

We were having a lovely evening drive,

then the guys in the front started screaming,

and boom.

What do you remember?

Um, Melina.

My name is Melina.

Lily, I gotta get back to her.

Um, oh jeez.

All right.

Let me down. I know first aid.

I can help.

Uh, he's out cold, but he's stable.

What about that guy?

He's dead.

Get me out of these straps.

They're cutting off my circulation.

Okay, um...

We'll get help.

And by the time the sun comes up,

I'll be buying you breakfast.

You're supposed to be strapped on.

Oh, okay.

You have to use the heavy duty safety gear

when it's grand mal seizures,

Seizures?

What did you say your name was?

Melina.

Melina.

Yeah.

You, you suffered considerable head trauma

by the looks of it.

So I understand why you might be confused,

but I need you.

We need you.

Yeah.

If you don't unstrap me, then I can't help.

Um, uh,

does anyone copy?

Hello? Hello?

We, we need to work together to get out of here,

so you get home to Lily.

That's what you want, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Oh gosh.

Look, I'm a teacher, grade six English.

I have two kids, Brian and Jenny.

I, I live at 325 Palm Crescent.

Okay, I acknowledge this detail's a little bit scary,

I, I drive a 10 year old minivan

complete with a dashboard hula girl playing the ukulele.

All right, okay.

Let's do this.

Okay, great.

Just gotta unbuckle my hand so I can brace myself.

Brace yourself too.

- I'm not that heavy- - Wait.

But still.

You both had seizures?

At the same time?

Get off of me.

You should've listened.

I would've just walked away.

And now,

now we have to do this.

Drop her right now.

Okay, just breathe, just breathe.

Officer Revesz?

Stay with me.

Hey, come on Melina.

I know, we got off to a bad start.

Can we at least talk about it?

Fuck me!

Jeez! Oh my God.

Are you okay?

I'm good.

I'm good.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

They're broke.

Anything else?

At least six, I'm thinking.

And my hip.

Feels like it was hit headlong by a 454 Hemi.

Then there's my shin.

Oh boy.

It's bad.

Just do it, little lady,

and no fucking around.

Don't give me none of this, "On the count of three..."

All right, that should be good.

I have to call Lily.

She'll be freaking out when I don't come home.

It'll be all right, little lady.

I promise.

How's your noggin' feeling?

I think I have a concussion.

Everything's all muddy.

I don't remember anything today,

except for breakfast, Lily-

- And how to fix a shattered shin.

That too.

Lucky me.

What happened?

What's with the cops?

The psycho in the back?

A medical prison transfer.

Oh, I'm right aren't I?

Sleep tight, big man.

Fuck off!

Please! Fuck!

You gotta help me. You gotta get me outa here.

Please! Uh, a, are you kidding me?

Are you injured?

No.

Good.

No, wait.

Yes, yes, I'm fucked up. Please!

Lady, you can't just fucking leave me in here.

You're gonna fucking kill me. Please!

Help me!

Who are you?

I am whoever you want me to be, okay?

Just open the door. Please.

Yes, yes.

Come on, get the keys.

Come on, yes.

There you go. Come on.

Why are you in here?

I, I was being transported

to the federal prison hospital in Drumheller.

Why?

I...

The fucking ass cancer.

No, I mean why are you in jail?

Obviously, I'm innocent, 'kay?

- Well- - Come on.

Enjoy your ass cancer then.

No Fuck! Bitch!

I swear to fucking God,

I will give you fucking ass cancer.

Fuck this!

- Hey, hey. - Oh, God.

It's okay.

Why, why aren't you resting?

Hey, watch where you're pointing that thing.

And always remember to disengage the safety

when you wanna to use it.

Hey, good sir!

Hey, could you, could you get me outa here?

Not a chance in hell.

Please, I got, like, nine gallons of fucking piss in me.

Then piss.

Fuck!

Hey, Kerr, hang in there, okay?

She's losing blood.

I gotta grab supplies to patch her up.

Can we move her?

No, not until I'm sure there's no spinal injury.

Hey, you sure you're okay?

Yeah, I'll live. You?

What is going on here?

Don't tell me what's goin' on.

This, this is a fucking hit if I've ever seen one.

Can you not see that?

The ambulance's tires blew out.

Then our driver's side wheel exploded.

Next thing I know,

we're losing control and sliding into the trees.

Regardless, somebody wanted us off that road,

right here, tonight.

Well, you have a gun.

Better.

I have two.

That should be good.

Is she gonna pull through?

I gave her a sedative for the pain and patched her up.

We should move her before she regains consciousness.

There could still be internal bleeding.

So, um, like, uh, you know,

if she's not shitting blood in the next couple hours,

I might still have a chance.

Another word,

and I'm putting a bullet in your leg

and calling it an accidental weapon discharge.

Richard, it's so fucking scary.

What is that, 30 feet?

I guess. Maybe less.

Just out of sight.

No one would even know were here.

Did you check your radio?

Just static.

I think something got damaged in the crash.

No, it's the geography.

Radio waves can't find their way out of the canyon,