The Delivery (5)
THRU WINDSHIELD: busy CONSTRUCTION SITE. ON THE STREET The Mustang races by signs: "LANE ENDS" and "ONE LANE AHEAD." The Mustang halts at the rear of a long line of cars, ENGINE SNORTING. Up front, a yawning FLAGMAN holds a "STOP" sign. Merrill sticks his head out, looking... Construction vehicles and a huge mound of dirt block the right lane. Opposing traffic's coming thru on the left. Merrill sweats. He looks back... Here they come: Mustang... Cadillac... squad car... IN THE MUSTANG Augustus aims his shotgun out back. AUGUSTUS Whatever we're gonna do, we should do it now. Merrill shifts, reverse, heading backwards... AUGUSTUS Um... wrong way. See, the bad men are back there, and we want to go away from them! ON THE STREET The Mustang angles, stops, then heads forward, squeaking past the long line of cars... PICKING UP SPEED... IN THE MUSTANG AHEAD: the mound of dirt... WHIP PAN: to Jules, who realizes, looking to Merrill, who is intensely goal-focused, in a zone. JULES You're... you're not doing what I think you're doing... ? MERRILL Seatbelts fastened, please. Augustus faces front, confused... JULES Even if we make it.. which we won't... we don't know what's on the other side! Augustus figures it out... AUGUSTUS Oh, no... no, no, no!! ENGINE'S HUMMING. Jules braces her feet on the dash, head between her knees. Augustus sees this, dizzy with fear... AUGUSTUS (trying to be calm) Look, Merrill... pull over and let me out. I'll be fine... okay? How 'bout that... ? (absolutely freaking) Oh, Lord almighty, listen to me... I don't want to die!! Lemme out of this coffin!! MERRILL Clench your teeth. AUGUSTUS Wh... what... ?! MERRILL Clench your teeth so when we land you don't accidentally bite off your tongue. Augustus lets out a weak whimper, sits back, gripping ceiling straps and closing his eyes. ON THE STREET Construction workers dive for safety. The Mustang hits the dirt mound, riding up.... Taking flight... High above... Lands with a WHOOMP!, throwing dust, rocketing onward... IN THE MUSTANG Merrill gives a HOOT of joy. Jules plants a kiss on him. In back, Augustus half-giggles/half-cries, giddy. ON THE STREET, BEHIND The Mustang ZOOMS off the dirt ramp... flying... Followed by Balls' Cadillac... skyward... They both land upright, surviving... BEHIND The squad car FLIES over the dirt mound... soaring... Something's wrong. Off balance, slowly flipping... BOOOOOOOM! -- lands flat on its roof, pancaked! CUT TO: EXT. L.A. RIVER BASIN -- CHASE CONTINUES A narrow spillway. At the top, the Mustang BASHES thru a chain-link gate, heading down... Into the far-as-the-eye-can-see expanses of the concrete Los Angeles River. The Mustang picks up the pace, riding the sloped wall. LONG-SHOT AERIAL VIEW: as the Mustang and Cadillac shadow the Mustang. Straightaway. SPEEDS BECOME EXCESSIVE... IN THE MUSTANG Jules cranks a handle above, opening a SUNROOF. IN THE RIVER BASIN Jules stands up thru the sunroof, aiming two guns back... Behind, Poe slows, letting Balls' Cadillac take the lead. Thug-One leans out, FIRING a MACHINE GUN... Jules shoots, DOUBLE BLASTING... IN THE CADILLAC Thug-One's gun empties. He leans in to reload. He doesn't notice yet: Balls is a gory, bullet-ridden mess beside him, slumped against the steering wheel. THUG-ONE Bitch can't hit a thing. Thug-One finishes loading, lets out a nervous laugh, glances at Balls' corpse... does a double-take... Thug-One looks forward, opening his mouth to scream... IN THE RIVER BASIN The Cadillac EXPLODES as it SLAMS a bridge abutment dead center. HUGE FIREBALL... The Mustang bursts thru the flame, unrelenting... Merrill takes the Mustang down off the wall... KNIFING thru shallow water... Up the opposite wall... The Mustang follows suit with Thug-Two SHOOTING... CUT TO: EXT. GOLF COURSE -- CHASE CONTINUES Chain link fence borders the L.A. River. A golf cart putters past. The Mustang and Mustang BUST up and out thru the fence, taking off across the golf course... ELSEWHERE On the tee, an elderly GENTLEMAN GOLFER, in plaid knickers and a pom-pom cap, tees off. Good hit... He watches his ball go, squinting. Far off, down the fairway, the Mustang and Mustang cross the lush, rolling hills, EXCHANGING GUNFIRE... DOWN THE FAIRWAY The golf ball bounces off the hood of the Mustang. UP ON THE TEE Gentleman Golfer watches the cars pass. GUNSHOTS ECHO. GENTLEMAN GOLFER That's peculiar. (long pause, to caddie) Winter rules, I suppose. FURTHER ON The Mustang and Mustang clash, BUMPING each other... JOSTLING for position. Really moving... The Mustang heads downhill, swerving... BASHING the Mustang, guiding it... towards a SAND TRAP... Poe realizes too late, crying out... The Mustang hits the sand trap, WHEELS WHINING, SPINNING and THROWING SAND high in the air. Immediately immobile. Poe pounds the wheel in frustration, going ape-shit. The Mustang continues... CUT TO: EXT. L.A. STREET -- CHASE CONTINUES The Mustang BURSTS out from a line of thick shrubbery, onto a semi-busy street, joins the flow of traffic. CUT TO: INT. BEVERLY HILLS ESTATE, LIVING ROOM -- AFTERNOON Big party. Loud. Party-goers move in the trippy flicker of STROBE LIGHTS, drinking and drugging. Merrill, Jules and Augustus arrive, scanning.. In the middle of the' crowd, there's a NUDE WOMAN in only a mink coat standing on top a piano, laughing hysterically for no reason, non-stop; laughing and laughing and laughing, though we can't hear her over the din. Half the room's taken up by a makeshift indoor volleyball court, where men and women play NAKED VOLLEYBALL. These aren't all "beautiful people" either. There's plenty of middle-aged men and women who should have kept clothes on. AUGUSTUS That's sick. MERRILL Welcome to Beverly Hills. Wife-swapping Capital of the World. Merrill leads the way. A big, NAKED BODY-BUILDER comes to block their path. Merrill grimaces, afraid to look down. NAKED BODY-BUILDER 'Scuse me, fella... I need to see your invitations. MERRILL Or what? You gonna hit us over the head with your penis? Body-Builder grips Merrill. Jules and Gus brandish guns. JULES Take your baby-lotioned hands off him, Zeus. Good. Now, come here... IN A HALLWAY Jules leads Naked Body-Builder with her gun to his neck. JULES You're gonna tell us where Aaron the accountant is. But first... She takes out HANDCUFFS, snaps one cuff around a doorknob and secures it, then holds up the other cuff. JULES Try to guess which part of your body's going in here. INT. BEVERLY HILLS ESTATE, DISCO ROOM -- AFTERNOON MUSIC THROBS. People dance, drenched, STROBE-LIT. Bad fashion choices. They're really shaking their bootie, banging asses together, grabbing and gyrating, oversexed. Merrill, Jules and Gus shove thru this jumble, moving on. EXT. BEVERLY HILLS ESTATE, BACKYARD -- AFTERNOON On the porch, surrounded by coke mirrors and bowls of R,W+B pills, three nubile YOUNG WOMEN sit in the frothing HOT TUB, drinking champagne and giggling. Then, AARON, a middle-aged, hairy-chested sleaze-ball in gold chains, pops up from under the water, laughing... AARON Now, that's what I call diving for -- He's YANKED out of the hot tub by the chains around his neck, ending that sentence with a guttural CHOKE. INT. BEVERLY HILLS ESTATE, GARAGE -- AFTERNOON Aaron's shoved into the garage, catches himself against his red Trans-Am, wet and vulnerable in his bathing suit. He turns to face Merrill, Jules and Augustus. AARON This is private property. This is breaking and entering! MERRILL Just entering. We'll get to the breaking in a minute. Aaron's shifty, crosses his arms to cover nipples. AARON Whatever you fuzz are sniffing for, I don't have it. You came to the wrong place. Merrill throws the ledger book and Aaron catches it. MERRILL You're Ted's calculator, Aaron. All the blood money you had to move around to make this deal, you got to know something. Maybe they told you, maybe you overheard things you weren't supposed to hear... AARON I'm telling you, you're barking up the wrong tree. MERRILL (furious) Well, I'm running out of trees, so look me in the eye like a man and tell me you don't know! Convince me! AARON (flinching, miserable) I don't know. Fuck off! JULES (studies Aaron) You suck at lying, Aaron. MERRILL See... now that we know you know, the hard part's done for us. JULES It's just a question of how long do we have to slap you silly till you spill the beans. AARON If this deal goes smooth, I clear three hundred fifty grand. That's enough for three more houses like this. And, what are you offering me instead, other than a black eye and a fat lip? Merrill motions. Augustus steps up, puts Aaron in a choke. AARON Yeah... there, just like that... (submits) Okay, go ahead. But first take a good look around at how I'm living, and then think about your own shitty lives... Merrill pushes Augustus aside, GUT-PUNCHES Aaron. Aaron's gasping. Augustus PUNCHES him, sends him sprawling. AARON (catching breath) I know the drill. Maybe I can't stop you from beating on me... but, I'll heal up. It doesn't change the fact that cops eat hamburgers and hot dogs while crooks eat lobster and caviar. Merrill KICKS. Aaron rolls. Merrill comes to lift Aaron up by gold chains, ready to punch again... AARON (weary, resigned) It's not even like there's a choice to be made, so... do whatever you feel like you have to do. Merrill's unsure. He drops Aaron, frustrated, leaving. INT. BEVERLY HILLS ESTATE, LIVING ROOM -- AFTERNOON Merrill leads the way back across the volleyball room, angry, pushing stoned guests. Augustus lights up a cigarette. JULES We're screwed. MERRILL I'm well aware of that. AUGUSTUS What's the plan? MERRILL Beats me. You got a suggestion, feel free to shout it out, genius. Merrill glances up, stops. He's focused above, loathing... ABOVE, on a balcony overlooking the party, ADAM, a gaunt, glassy-eyed blonde junkie in head-to-toe leather, smiles down. He crooks his finger slyly; "come here." INT. BEVERLY HILLS ESTATE, UPSTAIRS BEDROOM -- AFTERNOON Our three heroes follow Adam in, wary. Dim room. Candles. Adam sinks into a couch, puts his arm around EVE, a blonde misfit-addict also slathered in leather. MERRILL (disgust, anger) Adam and Eve. Never one without the other. Eve's fixing, shooting heroin... Jules's riveted by this, instantly queasy, averts her eyes. EVE That's our names, don't wear'em out. Eve laughs, so stoned. She puts the needle aside. Adam gropes her face and they flick tongues together. Augustus puts a hand on Jules's shoulder. Jules gives him a look to say she's okay, wiping sweat off her upper lip. ADAM (to Eve, lovingly) Indivisible and inseparable. MERRILL Incestuous. ADAM Every person's got their own kinks, beef-cake. (stands, slinks forward) What's wrong, Merrill? You don't swing? Adam rises to lavish attention, touching. Merrill stews. ADAM What Eve and I wouldn't give to meet up with you on the business end of a daisy chain. MERRILL (shoves Adam off) Put up your kickstand, freak. Start talking, or we're out the door. ADAM A little birdie whispered in my ear today... about the needle-candy you're chasing. It's up here... (taps his forehead) ... in the old curiosity shop. Merrill looks questioningly to Jules and Augustus, doubtful. MERRILL How much? ADAM I figure, for this information, the usual payment... times ten. MERRILL You think it's that good? ADAM I'll tell you what... I think it's all you've got. MERRILL (false smile) Well... what can I do? You've created a dilemma... (looks at watch) And, look at the that. Time's running out. I wonder... how can I impress upon you just exactly how frustrating this situation is for me? Augustus dutifully drops his cigarette, steps it out. He grabs Adam and throws him across the room... Adam SMASHES a dresser and tumbles to the floor, smugness immediately replaced by shock and fear. EVE Bastards... ! Eve gets up, falls down, and crawls to cradle Adam. MERRILL You get nothing and like it. And if we're not blissfully happy with what you tell us, we arrest you just for the fun of it. ADAM Okay, man, okay. I'm with you. I... I heard how the shit's arriving... (leans forward, whispers) It's coming in a Lincoln. Merrill's waiting for more. There ain't more. MERRILL And... ? ADAM What and? That's what I got. MERRILL A Lincoln? What Lincoln? Lincoln Continental? Lincoln Mark Five... Six... ? ADAM Now you know what to watch for... MERRILL Am I supposed to take this information and sit up in the hills with a frickin' telescope? JULES This much powder you don't throw in the trunk with a blanket over it. It's got to be smuggled. MERRILL There's not even enough places to stash it in a car. ADAM Have I ever steered you wrong? MERRILL (pissed, to Augustus) Cuff'em. Let's see what these two love birds say once they're sitting in separate cages. Augustus pulls Eve off Adam, handcuffs her roughly as she kicks and protests. Adam grabs at her, scared. ADAM Get off her, monster! Leave her alone... ! Augustus shoves Adam. Jules restrains Adam, cuffing him. MERRILL (to Augustus) Take her down to the car, and for Christ's sake be careful this time. (to Adam) Last suspect he took in, butter-fingers dropped her down the stairs. What a mess. Why is it we don't appreciate our arms and legs till we've lost the use of them? ADAM (desperation rising) Hey, listen... I'll give you something else, Merrill. Anything. Remember... remember that corpse washed up on Huntington Beach? It was never identified... MERRILL Who cares? ADAM Alright, wait... there's a dentist in Brentwood peddling morphine... MERRILL (ignores, to Gus) Careful she doesn't hit her head on the way. Augustus drags Eve towards the door. ADAM Come on, don't you screw with her, please! You... you got to want this: armored car job. CalTrust Bank. They took two million in cash... MERRILL Read my lips: Ted or nothing. JULES Hold up a minute, Merrill. Jules drops Adam, motions for Merrill to follow her. They huddle. Jules whispers. Gus waits in the doorway with Eve, lights a cigarette. Merrill nods to Jules, then returns to Adam. MERRILL We'll take the CalTrust heist, but if it's no good, we will hunt you down, and Augustus will pull out your spine and he will beat you to death with it. ADAM (relieved) Fair enough. CUT TO: INT. WAREHOOSE HIDEOUT -- AFTERNOON A dirty window. Merrill's face appears outside, peeking in thru grime. He ducks away. CAMERA MOVES... REVEALS an ARMORED CAR in the middle of the vast warehouse... and, away from the truck, SIX BANK ROBBERS, unwashed, frightening tough-guys, play poker, drink and smoke... and, nearby, a SUITCASE full of cash. $2 million. EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT -- AFTERNOON Empty streets like a ghost town. Late in the day. The sun's low. Merrill hurries back to the parked Mustang. INSIDE THE MUSTANG MERRILL They're there, laying low. It's Diane and Jack's crew. Lunatics, every one of 'em. Jules and Augustus have duffel bags of guns on their laps, sorting and trading bullets, loading every gun. Merrill picks up his own bag, following suit. For a while, that's the only sound, of guns checked and loaded. Merrill takes a deep swallow from his flask. Gus turns his head, seeing this, faces front. Augustus (Merrill) When you planning to cut back on that? Merrill What? Augustus The booze. Merrill I don't know. I could quit now if I wanted, I just don't want to. JULES (skeptical) Sure you could. Merrill studies his reflection in the flask, buzzed, sad. Merrill I don't know what the problem is. Plenty of great men throughout history got their bravery out of a bottle Augustus Name one. Merrill Dean Martin. Augustus Entertainers don't count. All the time, they're still occupied loading guns. Merrill What about Jack Daniels? Wasn't he a decorated general in the Civil War? JULES No. Merrill General Jim Beam, then. JULES Nope. Merrill Oh. Well. I think it's pretty common knowledge that in the Battle of Little Big Horn, Custer was drunk off his ass. Augustus Who's been giving you history lessons? Your bartender? Merrill Okay, seriously. What about Napoleon, huh? Augustus What about him? Merrill You've never heard of Napoleon brandy, Mister Smarty-Pants? How do you think it got its name? JULES Merrill, I love you I really do... but I've got to tell you, every day, in every way, you give new meaning to the word "stupidity." Merrill (long pause) What can I say to that... except, I love you too, you mean-spirited bitch. In front, Jules allows a thin smile, still loading. Merrill turns ON the RADIO: Theme from TV�s "Happy Days." MERRILL (to Jules, calm) Excuse me... Merrill moves over, angling his body and lifting his heel so he can KICK the radio -- SMASHING the radio into SILENCE. Merrill sits back down and calmly continues loading. CUT TO: INT. WAREHOUSE HIDEOUT -- AFTERNOON Big warehouse doors. The Mustang CRASHES thru! Across the warehouse, robbers leap to their weapons, running for cover behind big wooden crates and industrial drums. The Mustang skids to stop, sideways... Merrill, Jules and Augustus, wearing NYLONS stretched over their heads, jump out with duffel bags, taking cover behind the car. Bullets THUNK against the Mustang. Merrill's got got a BULLHORN, shouting into it. MERRILL (thru bullhorn) ... This is the police. We don't want trouble... just come out with your hands up... The bank robbers peer out occasionally, FIRING sporadically. MERRILL (thru bullhorn) Put down your weapons and surrender. I'm not kidding... this is your last chance. Stop trying to kill us', or we will be forced to return fire... Robbers curse them, keeping up their uneven attack. BEHIND THE BARRELS, Several robbers are reloading, not too quick, dropping bullets in their haste. BEHIND THE MUSTANG, Merrill gives Jules and Augustus a look and a shrug. He tosses the bullhorn aside... Merrill, Jules and Augustus open duffel bags in front of then, choosing guns, rising... FIRING, six guns in all, one per hand... Wooden crates splinter. Holes burst in metal drums. Several robbers are hit, bloodied. Our heroes keep BLASTING. As soon as a gun empties, it's thrown aside in favor of another from a duffel bag, facilitating NON-STOP FIRING... One robber rises up, FIRING. He's hit, falling, and bloody. Poker chips and cards are sent flying... BULLETS are HEARD RICOCHETING everywhere, throwing sparks... Bank robbers are overwhelmed, hardly able to get in a shot. GUNSHOTS are DEAFENING as Merrill, Jules and Augustus continue SHOOTING. Gun smoke grows thick and empty guns pile up at their feet. One robber makes a run for an exit door, but he gets shot down on the way, falling, screaming. Merrill, Jules and Augustus stop firing. GUNSHOTS ECHO. MERRILL (pause, shouting) If anybody's still alive over there... now would be a good time for you to run away. A pause. Two remaining robbers run, reaching an exit door and escaping, not looking back. CUT TO: INT. Aaron�s B.H. ESTATE, BATHROOM -- AFTERNOON Aaron's house. Aaron's in the shower. PHONE'S RINGING. Aaron gets a towel, answers the nearby phone. AARON (into phone) Yeah? (listens, impatient) I got nothing to say to you... huh? How's that... (interest piqued) I'm listening. IN THE ADJOINING BEDROOM A REDHEAD, one of the hot tub bikini girls, stands eavesdropping. She crosses... Carefully picks up a phone, listening. MERRILL'S VOICE (v.o.) (from phone) This is something you should seriously consider. What do you say? AARON'S VOICE (v.o.) (pause, from phone) Meet me on Mulholland. Above Outpost Drive... INT. BEVERLY HILLS MANSIOH, KITCHEN -- AFTERNOON Party Music�s still THROBBING elsewhere. The Redhead moves thru weirdoes, reaches a phone, dialing. REDHEAD (waits for answer, whispers in phone) Hello? Yeah... I need to talk to Mister Ted. CUT TO: EXT. MULHOLLAND DRIVE, LOOKOUT POINT -- AFTERNOON Merrill opens the SUITCASE filled with $2 million dollars. MERRILL It's all yours. Aaron tries not to let his excitement show, but he's awed. It's twilight. They're on the road's narrow shoulder with the city beginning to sparkle behind. Cars parked nearby. AUGUSTUS You could start over again with cash like that. JULES Go wherever you want. Live how you want. MERRILL No more counting the big money for someone else. JULES Beholden to none. Aaron's conflicted. He touches the money, hands trembling. MERRILL (looks at watch) It's six o'clock. Time's running out. Decide. AARON If I tell you, how do I know you won't just club me and take it back? MERRILL You don't. It's a gamble. But, not even in Vegas are you gonna get close to this kind of cash. (emphasizing) This is two million, Aaron. It's not three houses, it's twelve. It's dreams come true. Aaron's tempted, fearful. JULES (whispers) Risk it. Aaron stares at the money, trance-like. Then, quietly: AARON It just got here. Like you said, it took about a week from New York... Merrill, Augustus and Jules share looks, can't believe. AARON (long pause) Three hundred kilos of White Lady hidden inside a giant bust of Abraham Lincoln. A parade float. MERRILL What... ? AARON (looks to Merrill) Abe Lincoln... FLASHBACK -- INTERSTATE HIGHWAY -- DAYS AGO Coming down the road, hauled by a R,W+B pick-up truck: a giant ABE LINCOLN HEAD parade float, tacky and crude. AARON'S VOICE It's gonna be in the Bicentennial parade on Wilshire tonight. The float whizzes past. BACK TO SCENE ON MULHOLLAND AARON You see how perfect it is? It's the fucking Trojan "horse," man. Nobody suspects a thing... FLASHBACK -- TOWN FAIR -- A FEW DAYS AGO In a small town square, country folk gather to look at the Lincoln float and have pictures taken with it. AARON'S VOICE (v.o.) A gift from one city to another, but who's gonna ask who's giving the gift? It's a great, big, paper-and-glue goodwill ambassador, stopping along the way to promote American values. FLASHBACK -- NEW YORK CITY WAREHOUSE -- A WEEK AGO Thugs load the lobotomized Abe float with BAGS of HEROIN. AARON'S VOICE (v.o.) Nobody imagines what's inside. No cops are gonna search it, cause what's to search? It's not a car. It's not a truck. It's Abe Lincoln. BACK TO SCENE ON MULHOLLAND AARON All Ted has to do is sit back at his party tonight and wait till the parade's done. The floats go to some warehouse afterwards, where there's no guards cause it's all garbage in the morning anyhow. So, while the city sleeps, Ted's guys show up and empty it out. (smiles) It's that simple. GUNFIRE O.S.! Bullets hit Aaron... Merrill, Jules and Augustus turn, reaching for guns... Poe and TWO KILLERS stand on the road, FIRING... Merrill, Jules, Augustus and Aaron jerk and twist like puppets as BULLETS RIDDLE THEIR BODIES. The suitcase is hit, flipping off the ledge... Money dumps out into Mulholland canyon. Merrill, Jules, Augustus and Aaron collapse. GUNFIRE STOPS. Poe walks over, inspecting. Smoke wafts. Merrill, Jules, Augustus and Aaron lie motionless in pools of blood. In the canyon, cash flutters down like a blizzard. Poe walks away, taking one killer with him up the street. POE (to remaining killer) Finish it. The remaining KILLER goes to put a gun to Jules head, pulls back the hammer... pulls the trigger -- Killer reloads, takes his time. POE'S MUSTANG can be HEARD SCREECHING AWAY 0.S. Killer puts the gun to Augustus's head, pulls back the hammer... With a sudden ROAR, Augustus awakens, instinctively grabbing Killer's gun and yanking -- SNAPS Killer's arm. Augustus grips Killer's head, twists -- BREAKS Killer's neck. Killer's dead. Augustus rises, uneasy, looks around... falls back, unconscious. FADE TO BLACK: A VOICE from blackness: PRESIDENT GERALD FORD. PREZ FORD (v.o.) Two hundred years ago we, the people of the United States of America, began a great adventure which stirred the imagination and quickened the hopes of men and women throughout the world. The date was July 4, 1776; the occasion, the signing of our Declaration of Independence... FADE IN: -- NIGHT - On WILSHIRE BOULEVARD, the parades readying. Floats are guided round a corner: giant BALD EAGLE, massive REVOLUTIONARY SOLDIER with a musket... and, here comes the Abe Lincoln float, pulled by the R,W+B pick-up. - Marching bands mill about, NOISY, disorganized. - Sidewalks with expectant spectators. - Boy Scout troops are lined up by den-leader dads. - Policemen chase a naked STREAKER. The crowd cheers. - Baton twirling drum majors warm up. PREZ FORD (v.o.) No other nation in history has ever dedicated itself more specifically nor devoted itself more completely to the proposition that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with such unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. - In a HOSPITAL EMERGEMCY ROOM, doors slam open: doctors and interns run all directions as Merrill, Jules, and Augustus and Aaron are wheeled in on stretchers. Pandemonium. - Merrill's bloody body is transferred to an operating table. DOCTOR'S SHOUT ORDERS. Oxygen's administered.
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