Blow Out

How you doin'?
- Do you have my purse?
- No.

I'm sure the police'll find it.
I wouldn't worry about it.

I know.
- Where are you going?
- I have to leave now.

Wait a minute. I think
you'd better get back to bed.

I don't think they're finished
with you yet. Come on, up. Up.

- Just for a minute.
- All right.

So how do you feel?
He said I was lucky-the doctor.
Yeah. He should've been there, huh?
- Thanks for getting me out.
- No problem.

I didn't realise you were this pretty,
with all that mud.

I don't have any make-up on!
Well, don't worry about it.
It's fine. It's a hospital.

- Who are you?
- I'm Jack Terry. Who are you?

- Sally.
- Sally? Nice to meet you, Sally.

Are you leaving?
Yeah, I gotta go. But...
How about, when you get outta here,
we have a drink sometime? In a glass.

- Sure.
- OK. You take care.

How about tonight?
No, I don't think so, Sally. Not tonight.
But I'll ask the doctor when you get out.

- He wants to keep me for observation.
- Sally, you gotta stay in bed.

I don't like to be observed.
I'm sorry, but there's nothing
I can do about that.

Please. I really don't like hospitals.
I've got to get out of here.

All right. I'll make you a deal, OK?
You stay here, I'll get your clothes,

and when I come back, we'll go out
and have a drink, OK? All right?

- I need shoes and a coat.
- Yes. I'll get them.

But if you don't stay, I'm not comin' back.
- OK.
- All right.