All language subtitles for Breakdown.1997.1080p.BluRay.x264-MiMiC

Jesus!

Asshole!

Man, did you see that?
He pulled out in front of me!

Took my eyes off the road
for a second, but, I mean, come on!

Maybe it's time
we take a little break.

Yeah.

I'll pull over the next chance we get.

Nice car.

Thanks.

You've got your air, C.D.,

leather.

Looks like you sprung for
the whole nine yards.

Yeah. I guess so.

But I suppose that rig of yours
is what you need out here.

Why would you want
a piece of shit like that

when you got a ride like this?

What a man needs out here
is a C.B. radio.

Yeah. Is that right?

Of course, if you use a C.B.
you've gotta have a handle.

I'm thinking for you...
"Shit For Brains".

Tell me, do you even care
you damn near killed us back there?

I didn't really see you.
You kinda pulled out in front of me.

-Like hell I did. I saw what happened.
-Let's just forget this, okay?

I mean, I'm sorry it ever happened.
I don't want any trouble.

No, I bet you don't.

Howdy, ma'am. Oughta be
more careful who you ride with.

-What was that all about?
-Nothing. Guy in the truck.

He thinks I tried to hit him.

Let's go.

-Do you want me to drive?
-How about later? Just get in.

How about if I promise
not to side-swipe anyone?

-Just get in.
-I'm kidding.

Getting ready for the Grand Prix?

-What did you get?
-A junk food fiesta.

Let's see. Snoballs,

Yoo-hoo,

and MoonPies.

Can you believe
they still make this stuff?

Are you kidding? It's probably
gourmet cuisine around here.

This is crazy. Look at this.

It says if you win
this mail-in contest,

you can choose between $90,000,

or 90,000 donuts.

What would you do with 90,000 donuts?

I don't know.

Sell 'em for 30 cents each
and pay off this car.

No kidding.

$90,000.

That'd solve some problems.

What the hell is...

-What did you do?
-Nothing.

Hang on, I can't steer.

Unbelievable!

-Perfect.
-Out of range?

Well, so much for taking
the scenic route.

-The baffle gasket is burned out.
-The what?

Yeah. It's connected
to the connecting rod.

Oh, God. Shut up.

Oh, man. Can you believe this?

This could be the worst
decision we've ever made.

-What are you doing?
-No, just listen. I mean...

-We're changing jobs, right?
-Yeah.

-Our finances are pretty well fucked.
-Yeah.

Here we are
out in the middle of nowhere, so...

Yeah. I'd say this is
the worst decision...

Get out of here, you're bugging me.

Okay, sweetie.

Good luck,
‘cause I'm going to California.

No problem.
Just leave me the MoonPies.

-Jeff.
-And the donuts.

No, no, there's a car.

Oh, Christ! Not these guys.

Assholes!

Jeff?

What the hell is...

-What's he doing?
-I don't know.

This isn't good.

Hey!

Hi. You folks all right?

Fine. Our car broke down.

Yeah. Saw that.

You want a hand
to push it off the road?

Thanks for the help.
Honey, you want to steer?

Okay. Wait... Okay.

Massachusetts plates.
You folks on vacation?

No, we're moving.

Yeah? Whereabouts?

San Diego.

Listen, do you think
we could use your C.B.,

radio a tow truck to help us?

I wish I could,
but I blew a fuse this morning.

When I get to the truck stop,
I'll get it fixed.

-How far is that?
-About 60 miles.

Well, just driving along
and she quit on me.

Yeah. Well, battery is working.

It used to be you'd give these things
a kick and they'd start.

Now they've got computers and chips.

It's a new car.

You know, that could be it.

You been riding
this thing pretty hard?

They tend to overheat
when they're new.

Well, yeah, I may have a little but...

Tell you what.

I can give you a ride
to Belle's, a little diner,

about five miles down the road.

They got a pay phone, you call
the tow truck, they'll haul you out.

You know...
That's really nice of you to offer,

but I think we'll just let it
cool off a little bit.

-Thanks a lot. Really appreciate it.
-Okay.

I wish you luck getting it started.

-Thanks.
-Thanks a lot.

-Honey.
-I think he's right.

It's probably just overheated.

Right, but what if it's not, we don't
want to be stuck out here, do we?

No, we'll just give it some time.
Let it cool off. It'll be all right.

Getting pretty toasty out here.
You sure you want to blow this ride?

No, but...

Don't know if I want
to leave the car alone either.

Okay. What if I take the ride,

call the tow truck
and order a nice cold ice tea?

And I stay here with a nice hot car.

-Right.
-Right.

-Sure you're all right?
-I'll be fine.

Hello! Excuse me.

Can I take you up on that ride?

Sure. Step on up.

Sure your husband doesn't want
to come with us?

There's plenty of room in the back.

No. He's going to stay with the car,
but thank you.

What the hell?

Tow truck, my ass!

Excuse me.
I was supposed to meet my wife here.

She's dark haired. About 5'5"...

Wearing like a white Benetton sweater.

-White what?
-A Benetton sweater.

-Hey! Your order's up.
-Yeah?

Look, I'm pretty busy here.
People come and go.

Well, this was within
the last half hour.

-Excuse me.
-She might have been with a trucker.

-Trucker?
-Yeah. A guy wearing a baseball cap,

driving a big 18-wheeler.

-Doesn't ring a bell.
-Are you sure?

Hey, the man here's
looking for his wife.

Dark hair, got a white
button-on sweater.

Traveling with a guy
with a baseball cap.

Has anybody here seen them?

Looks like she got away
from you, cowboy.

You think maybe she left a message
with one of your other employees?

I don't see how that's possible.

You see, I'm the only one
that works here.

Well...

-Is there another Belle's Diner?
-No sirree.

Definitely not!

Excuse me. She and I must have
got our signals crossed here.

How far's the next town?

About 20 miles.

Could you do me a favor?

If my wife comes in, her name's Amy.

Just tell her I was here
and to stay put

till I get back and not move.
Could you do that please?

-Yeah. Okay.
-Thanks.

Hey! Pull over.

Pull over.

I don't believe...

Jesus!

Christ!

Hey, man!

What the hell you doing, buddy?

I was trying to get you to pull over.
Didn't you see me?

-Yeah.
-Well?

Never mind.
Listen, I'm looking for my wife.

-What?
-My wife. Where is she?

How should I know?

I'm the guy with the Jeep.
You gave my wife a ride.

You were supposed to drop her off
at Belle's Diner.

Not me. Sorry.

What do you mean, "sorry"?

It's, like, half an hour ago,
for Christ's sake! You don't remember?

I don't know how to tell you this,

but I've never seen you before
in my life.

What are you doing?

Amy?

Amy? Are you in there?

Look, mister,
I don't know what you want.

I want my wife back is what I want.
What have you done...

Hey!

Officer! Officer, I need
your help here.

-What's the problem?
-I don't know.

This guy's done something
with my wife.

-All right, tell me what's going on.
-I don't know what's going on.

Last time I saw her,
she was with this guy in his truck.

Now he's saying he's never seen her.

Officer, I don't know
what he's talking about.

-Don't lie, you son of a bitch!
-All right. Calm down.

-Now tell me exactly what happened.
-Okay. All right.

Our car broke down.

He stopped. Offered to help.

Took my wife to a pay phone,
but she never showed up.

Sir, what do you have to say
about this?

Officer, I don't know.
I'm driving along...

This fellow runs me off the road,
starts hollering about his wife,

I swear I've never seen him before
in my life.

-And you didn't give his wife a ride?
-No, sir.

He's lying.

Sir, would it be all right
if I searched your truck?

Yes! Go ahead.

The name's Barr, by the way, Red Barr.

All my permits are current.

You can see them,
they're right over there.

That won't be necessary.
Just stand back behind the line,

both of you.

I need to see your license
and registration, please.

Those yours?

Yeah. My personal stuff.

Want to take a look?

No.

I think we're pretty much done here.
You're free to go.

Wait, wait a second, that's it?

You're not going
to question him anymore?

I've searched the truck.

No evidence of
suspicious activity here.

No sign of a struggle.

Look, I don't mean to butt in,

but maybe you confused
my truck with somebody else's.

-Go to hell, you son of a bitch!
-Hey!

Hold on a second.
You want to get arrested?

The man's got a point here.

It's a very plain-looking truck.
A lot of trucks look just like it.

Maybe you did get 'em mixed up.

Hey! You stay put.

Mr. Taylor?

Come on.

It was him.

It was this truck.

I can see that.

-Did you get the license plate number?
-What? No.

How about the information on that door
panel. Do you recall any of that?

I wasn't paying attention.
Come on, officer.

Mr. Taylor, did you by any chance
have a beef with your wife today?

What has that got to do with anything?

Maybe, is there the possibility
she could have left you?

I don't... I don't believe this.

My wife did not leave me.

I've seen it a hundred times.
You put two people in car long enough,

they'll go at it.

Lovers, couples, gay guys.

I've seen men dump their women
on the side of the road

and vice versa.

Officer...

I'd really like to stay and help,
but I got a long haul to Fresno.

I understand, go ahead.
I appreciate your cooperation.

This is insane.

Officer, please.

I've got his information.

If I need to find him,
I know where to look.

Sir.

Much obliged.

And, look, there's no hard feelings.
I really do hope you find your wife.

Thanks.

Mr. Taylor, do you want
to come with me?

Sir, I believe you
that your wife's missing.

Maybe you got confused about
what kind of truck she got into,

and maybe you didn't.
Point is, I'm trying to help.

The town of Brackett
is 31 miles that way.

My deputy's name is Len Carver.
He's a good man.

He'll help you fill out
all the necessary forms

if you want to report
your wife missing.

Sheriff, this is dispatch.

Mrs. Gilbert's locked out
of her trailer. Can you help her?

10/4 dispatch. Tell her I'm on my way.

Will do.

Mr. Taylor, do yourself a favor.

Go see my deputy.

-Is this a recent picture?
-It's a couple of months old.

Does she still wear
her hair like this?

Yeah.

Well, we'll certainly
do our best, Mr. Taylor.

You know, over 100,000 people
go missing in this country every year.

Runaways, deadbeat dads, drop-outs,

folks hiding from the I.R.S.

All vanishing without a trace.

We get these kind of pictures
all the time, from all over the place.

I'm not saying
that your wife is one of them,

I sure hope not, but...

Unless there's been a ransom demand,
or evidence of forced abduction,

the FBI won't even look
at your case until it's been 24 hours.

Nevertheless, we will certainly
keep our eyes peeled.

Mr. Taylor.

Why don't you go back to Belle's?

Get a cup of coffee,
wait for your wife.

If anything comes up,
I'll contact you first thing.

How does that sound?

Yeah.

Did my wife come in?

Didn't see her.

You didn't see her,
or she didn't come in?

Look, I told you the last time.

Maybe she was in, maybe she wasn't.
All I'm saying is I didn't see her.

It ain't my business, mister,

but if I was you,
I'd check the ladies' room.

Amy?

Amy!

I'll be right with you, cowboy.

$4.50, J.D.

-l wanna see your order slips.
-What?

You write down the names.
I wanna see them.

Are you nuts?
I don't have to show you jack shit.

If my wife came in here,
then her name's in that pile.

You calling me a liar?

I'm gonna see these fucking slips.

Mister, I've had
just about enough of you.

-Operator.
-Operator, give me Sheriff's office.

One moment, please.

-Come on!
-My name's Billy.

Are you the fella
looking for his wife?

Yes.

Yeah. How do you know? You see her?

You seen her?

Please, if you know something,
tell me.

Well, I seen her, maybe.

-Where? When?
-Inside. A little while ago.

-She came in on a truck.
-Right.

-A big semi.
-Then what?

Well, then she left,

on another truck.

With who?

With some man.

They think I'm a dummy, but I ain't.

I'm gonna get
my trucker's license once day.

It's very important.
Did you see where they took my wife?

Uh-huh.

Route 7, north.

-Up by the river.
-By the river! Where?

They don't tell me that kinda thing.

Who doesn't? The bartender?

The man in the truck?

-l ain't talkin' to you no more.
-Wait a minute.

You need to come with me
to the police.

If you tell them what you saw,
they can help me.

Well, now you the dummy.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-Don't you get it?

The police is the ones in on it.

Come on, work, goddammit!

Hello, Steve. This is Jeffrey Taylor.

You remember? Right.
Don't put me on hold, please.

-Listen, I need a favor.
-Sure.

I gotta talk to that friend of yours
at the FBI.

FBI?

Right. It's about Amy.

-Something's happened. Amy is missing.
-I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

Fuck!

Hello. Steve?
Yeah, don't call me back.

Don't! Steve. Steve!

Shit.

What the...

-Get out of the car!
-Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

What do you want?

He's getting away!

-What the hell's going on?
-He got away down the river.

Yeah. We're pulling it out now.

-Careful. It's gonna come loose.
-I got it.

This is what happens
when you get one without the other.

Stop worrying.

-How are we gonna tell Warren?
-We ain't gonna.

Hey. Are you all right?

Now, according to your wife,

you got a good pile of cash
in your bank account. Is that true?

What? There's some, yeah.

Well, "some" just don't cut it.
She gave us an exact dollar amount.

I want that same figure from you.

Why?

I don't... There's different accounts.

-The balance fluctuates...
-"Fluctuates", my ass!

If some hotshot fuck like you
ain't watching his bottom line,

it would be the first time in history!

-What do you think, Earl?
-I think we been lied to.

He ain't no goddamn Donut King.

The slut was lying to save her ass.
You piece of shit.

Jesus, no! 90,000!

$90,000.

Now you crawl your ass out of there.

You're a tough man
to get hold of, Jeffrey.

What do you want?

It's not what I want,
it's what you want.

How bad you want it,
‘cause it is gonna cost you.

I can't show it to you right now,

but it's about 5'5", 115 pounds,
three or four of that just pure tit.

Nice curly brown hair,
upstairs and down.

Interested?

Why?

Well, this is... Why us?

Bring him up here.

The town of Brackett, Jeff.

A two-bit shithole
in the middle of nowhere.

You see the bank down there?

In a minute you're gonna tell the
manager you want an express wire

in the amount of $90,000
from your account in Boston.

Cash.

How do I know she's still alive?

Shut up!

Come on, Jeff.
I need you to pay attention.

You see that building
with the flagpole on top?

-Yeah.
-That's the Sheriff's station.

There's two cops in this town.
One is on desk duty,

the other one is on patrol
in the foothills.

A minute ago,
Billy called in an accident

on the 1-40 Connector.

See? There he goes.

It'll take him 20 minutes
to get out to the Connector,

ten minutes
to see there's no accident,

and 20 minutes to get back in.
That's 50 minutes.

That's exactly the amount of time
you have to get me my money.

Before you get any half-baked ideas
about calling in the cavalry,

just remember, we're gonna
be watching you all the way.

And we're gonna
be listening on those scanners.

And if we see anything unusual,

an unmarked car, or even one human
who even smells like a cop...

Well, you can just keep
your fucking money, Jeff.

And I'll send you pieces of her
from time to time.

Billy.

Give him the jacket.

Put it on, Jeff.

You can't go into a bank
looking like that, can you?

We don't have to do this,
because I can get you that money.

I swear to God.

I promise you.
Just let my wife go. Please.

Forty-nine minutes, Jeff.

Time to get the show on the road.

Here's my driver's license
and credit card.

The account number for my bank
in Boston. How long will it take?

-Are you all right?
-Yes, I'm fine.

I've only got $5,000 in that account.

How much can you advance me
on my credit card?

-Excuse me?
-The credit card has a $6,000 limit.

-Can you advance me 6,000?
-No. I'm sorry, I can't.

The limit for non-customers
is $500 a day.

Sir, are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Just transfer the money, okay?

I'm gonna tell you something.

What I'm about to tell you...

You can't call anyone. Understand?

Yes.

Whatever happens,
just keep writing on that pad.

Please, keep writing.

They're probably watching me
right now.

They've got police scanners.

The whole town's under surveillance.

If I don't walk out of here with...

-Excuse me, are you the manager?
-Yes, I am.

That lady said I should see you
about a car loan.

Certainly. If you would just
take a seat.

Yes?

Just forget it. I had a car accident.

A minor... I'm just kind of...

How long is this going to take?

I need to...
Well, it's going to take few minutes.

Yeah, I'm...

I'm calling regarding
account number 98258103.

Jeffrey Taylor.

No, he'd like to
liquidate his account...

Yes, ma'am, the full balance.

-It's me.
-No shit! I can see that.

How much have you got?

The whole thing. 90,000.

Good. Now turn left.
Start walking towards the main road,

and get into the first car that stops.
You got that?

When do I see my wife?

Soon enough, Jeff. Just start walking.

Throw the money up on this seat.

No. First you tell me where she is.

Wrong, asshole. First you give me
the money, then you find out.

Unless you want me to shoot you dead
right here on the side of the highway.

Turn around.

Do it!

Put your hands behind you.

Step toward the truck.

Now get in the truck. On your knees.

Get in here. Goddammit!

I gave you the money. Now let her go.

-What the hell...
-Shut up!

Yeah?

Yeah, it's a done deal.
I'm headin' in.

Yeah, I got you.

You gotta be
the dumbest motherfucker yet.

You think we just picked you
out of the clear blue?

Shiny new car.

Massachusetts plates.

It'll be a week
before anybody misses you.

You shoulda got that bumper sticker
that goes with that car.

"Rich assholes looking for trouble."

Sure wish I had been there,

seen the look on your face
when your car seized up on you.

Maybe next time you'll learn.

Don't leave your hood open
when you go in the store.

What the hell is that?

These ain't nothing
but goddamn singles,

you lying son of a...

Shit.

Hey!

What are you doing in there?

Hey!

-Where is she?
-Fuck you.

No, fuck you.

You like that? How about this?

-Where is she?
-I don't know.

The fuck you don't know!

Stop...

What's that?

You want me to stop?
I bet this baby stops on a dime!

What the hell?

-Where is she?
-With Billy.

-Where?
-They're driving around somewhere.

Bullshit!

I'm in pursuit of
a black Ford pick-up truck.

Contact the state police.
We're headed northbound, Highway 31.

I need backup.

-Where were you taking the money?
-To the truck stop.

-Where?
-On the main highway. The Texaco.

You son of a bitch!

Officer, help me.
My wife's been kidnapped.

-Drop the gun!
-Wait! You got it.

-Get down!
-You got it, all right?

-I know where she is.
-Get down on the ground.

-Do it!
-All right, I'm down.

Listen, he's in on it.

He's with the trucker.
They kidnapped my wife.

There's four of them working together.
They got her at a truck stop, Texaco.

Face down! Shut up!

You in the pick-up, you all right?

Believe me. Why else would I be
out in the middle of nowhere?

I'm okay.

-Can you get out?
-Yes, sir. Please don't shoot me.

There's a bag with money in there...

Face down, spread-eagle and shut up!

-We have to get to that truck stop!
-Get out, dammit!

-Goddammit, listen to me!
-Shut the fuck up!

Hey, shit-for-brains.

Shots fired.

Officer down.

Suspect identified.

Sheriff, this is
State police dispatch.

What is your 20?

Get an ambulance. He's been shot.

Who is this?

-Sheriff, can you respond?
-They're coming.

Sheriff, we're getting you
an ambulance.

All units. Officer down.
Repeat. Officer down.

I don't know. He was supposed to
be here a half an hour ago.

And I heard a report
on the police band about a cop down.

I'm leaving.
There's too much heat around here.

So stay off the airways, get his wife,
and meet me at the barn.

I don't care if we have to
drive all night.

-Daddy, you're home!
-Hey, Deke. Missed me?

-Yeah.
-Deke. Get back to bed.

Warren, I thought
you were coming next week?

Yeah. Well, I finished early.
Now I'm home.

Al and Billy are coming over, too.

But it's 6:00 in the morning.
Can't they come some other time?

We got some stuff to do.
It's gonna take a couple of hours.

Why don't you make breakfast?
Hey, Deke.

-Yeah?
-Wanna open the barn for your dad?

Okay.

Hey, Deke. Thanks.

Hey, I got something for you. Ready?

Here you go, son. Look at that.

-Cool!
-Cool. A real Swiss Army knife.

Good boy.

Deke?

Deke, you back there?

If I never see another couple
from Massachusetts, it'll be too soon.

Yeah, okay.
We gotta lot of work to do.

-You got any word on Earl?
-Not a thing.

-Me neither.
-Fuck.

We gotta get this stuff off the truck.

Anything that can trace us
back to him, we get rid of.

Anything, Billy. You got that?

None of this would have happened if
you'd gotten that jerk with his wife.

He wouldn't get in the fucking truck.

I suppose you'd just pick up a gun
and chase him out into the desert.

-Fucking idiot.
-Look, I'm just saying,

you should've gotten rid of them,
just like that couple in Ohio.

Nice and clean.

So, we stay out of the area
for a couple of months. Big deal!

-Al!
-Yeah?

Come on.

All right, honey. Time to get up.

-Let's go. Come on.
-Come on, move.

Get up.

Dead?

Must have died
from the exhaust. Suicide!

Couldn't be any cleaner than that,
could you?

Get that plastic.
We'll bury her out back before sun up.

Come on, let's go.

Jesus! Goddamn!

You scared me, half to death.

We'd better do her, Red.
I'll cut her head off right now.

-Warren, are you in there?
-It's my wife. Cover her up, quick.

-Put her in the freezer.
-Warren?

Be right there, Arleen.

-Jesus!
-Shit.

She's a feisty one, ain't she?

That's right, lady. Keep it up.

Alright.
Don't give me any trouble.

Damn it! Cut your fucking squirming!

Come on, baby.
It's not as bad as it sounds.

Take about 10 minutes to suck
that air out. You won't even feel it.

Come on, fellas, come on.

Let's go eat.

They can search the place,
but they're not gonna look there.

Well.

-Hey, Mrs. B.
-Finally!

Are you coming to breakfast?
I've been calling you.

Yeah. Sure could use
some of them pancakes.

This rooster, huge thing,

must have weighed about 10 pounds.

Starts reaching out
to the highway patrolman.

Reaches way out for the...

Give me the key.

-Mister...
-Don't "mister" me you son of a bitch!

My wife is locked up
in your fucking barn.

And if you don't give me the key,
I'm gonna blow your fucking head off!

What's going on?

I don't know, just stay calm.

Your husband's a murderer
and kidnapper.

Now give me the fucking key!

Freeze, mister.

You don't want to do that, kid.

-Put the gun down.
-Don't listen to him, Deke.

Keep that gun right on him.

My daddy keeps his rifle loaded
all the time.

He showed me in case I need to protect
Mommy when he's away.

-I'm not going to hurt your mom.
-He's lying, Deke. Now go on, son.

Squeeze that trigger, go on.

Don't listen to him, kid.

-Go on, Deke.
-Don't listen to him, he's wrong.

Do what I tell you.
Squeeze that trigger now.

Put it down, Deke.
Nothing's gonna happen.

Do it.

Oh, goddamn!

Don't move.

Nobody move!

Get out here, kid. Get by your mom.

Come here, honey.

It's alright.

Get over there.

Shit!

All right.

Everybody, stick together
and get out that door. Right now.

Move it, go! Get out of here!

-Come on honey, let's go.
-Turn around.

Turn around!

Open it.

Get down there,
I want that freezer up.

Warren, what is this?

Just pull the chain, Arleen.

Open it.

You'd better pray she's alive.

Amy?

Jeff.

You made it, baby. Come on.

Get off me!

Come on, honey. Come on up.

Come on, honey.

It's all right.

All right, you son of a bitch.
Get down there!

All of you, get down there.

It's okay.

You better remember this,

-no matter where you go...
-You fuck.

It's all right. It's all right.

Listen to me, Amy, listen to me.
Honey, listen.

There's one more still out there,
do you understand?

We have to get out of here fast.

Shit.

Can you make it to that pickup truck?

Okay.

Come on.

Okay, come on.

-Help!
-Billy, Billy?

-We got to find those keys.
-Okay.

Hello. My name is Jeffrey Taylor.
This is an emergency.

I need the police. Someone's trying
to kill me and my wife.

I don't know the address.
We're on a farm.

Just start tracing this call.

Got 'em.

Get away!

Come on, come on.

Give me the keys.

Jeff!

Come on.

Do you see him?

-Do you see him?
-No!

-Are you all right?
-Yeah.

Look out, look out!

You son of a bitch!

You want some? Come on!

Watch out.

-Watch out!
-Hang on.

Fuck.

You're gonna die.

Oh, God.

Jeff.

Shit.

I'm out.

Jesus!

No, no, no!

No!

No! Jeff!

-No! I can't get out!
-We got to get out of here.

I can't get out!

I can't get out!

Jeff!

Jeff.

Don't move. Don't move.

I'm gonna get you out.

Come here. Come on, come on.

All right, we're gonna do this.

Pull! Pull!

Keep pushing! Come on, pull!

-Are you all right?
-Yeah.