[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?
[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.
- Go.