August 3rd, 1964
Jim? I’m your friend, Jim.
Please don’t leave me. Please don’t. Come on, now. Please. Please. Come on, kid.
Stay with me. We’re almost there. Come on, now. Come on.
“Kyle! Kyle, he’s –”
Come on, kid. Just a little farther.
“He’s bleeding, Kyle. Kyle! We have to – Kyle!”
Come on, now. Get up. Let’s get you up.
“Kyle! Help me with him! Get his arm, come on. Jesus.”
We’re here for you. Come on, kid, let’s go. Come on now. Don’t leave me. Don’t –
“What is that? Jesus! What is that? Kyle, come on!”
Oh god. Oh god, oh god.
“Alright. Alright, come on. Come on, kid. We’re –”
What? No. Kyle, come on.
We’re not. We’re not leaving him here.
Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you – come on.
“Get up, Nick. Nick, get the – Nick, get up! Come on! We gotta go. Come on now. Kyle!”
Come on, kid. Come on, let’s go. That’s enough, now.
That’s enough. That’s enough.
You can’t save him. That’s enough. Get out of here. Leave him behind.
Okay. Yeah. Alright. Go ahead. Do it.
Do it, Jim.