:02:00
Tell him it hurts.
:02:03
Why can't I talk?
:02:05
Doc, look at me.
Look at me hard.
:02:08
See it in my eyes.
I need somebody.
:02:10
It hurts me.
:02:14
Help me.
:02:17
He came to a little while ago.
Seems to be in a lot of pain.
:02:20
He'd be letting you know it, too,
if his jaw weren't bandaged so tightly.
:02:23
Let's control the pain. Quarter grain M.S.
Every four hours, more often if necessary.
:02:27
- Yes, sir.
- What's happened to me?
:02:29
What am I doing here...
:02:32
when I don't even know
where I am?
:02:35
- Is he gonna be all right, Doc?
- Taylor? Every chance in the world.
:02:38
It was a pretty tough
job though.
:02:40
- He must have been right on top of that grenade when it blew.
- He was.
:02:43
- How's he gonna be, Doc?
- In time, as good as ever.
:02:46
That's good enough. Nothing but
clean sheets from here on in, Taylor.
:02:50
- You're gonna be okay now.
- Taylor. Who's Taylor?
:02:52
So he's okay now.
So what?
:02:54
What about me?
What about me?
:02:58
I don't know my name.
:03:01
You. Talk to me. Act like I was alive,
not just somebody with eyes and no name.
:03:07
Think of a name.
Taylor.
:03:09
Think of another name.
There must be other names.
:03:12
Taylor. No.
:03:15
Taylor. No.
:03:19
Taylor. Taylor.
:03:21
Taylor.
:03:24
Taylor.
:03:26
Taylor.
:03:34
Good morning.
:03:43
Good morning.
:03:45
It is one too. One of Honolulu's
finest summer mornings.
:03:48
Why not take a look at it?
:03:51
Come on. Try.
:03:56
See that tree? There's one just like it
outside my window back home.