[Hob and Angie are arguing about whether to save Cain from the hospital]

What the hell are you talking about? It's like you don't even care!

Just do what I say, Angie!

He'd want us to come for him!

Look, just forget about it! It's not going to happen! I'm through arguing with you!

I'm not asking your permission! Cain is in the hospital, and we're getting him! [She tries to start the car but Hob snatches the keys from her]

You've really thought this out, haven't you?! What about the COPS?!

[Desperate]

We've got guns! Damn it, Hob, Cain needs us!

**** CAIN!

[Pause; appalled]

He'd kill you if he heard you say that.

He's not going to kill anybody. You heard the news. Shit, he's probably dead already!

You just shut the hell up!

[He threateningly holds out a box of Nuke out the window, preparing to throw it away]

You mouth off like that again, and it's no more Nuke for you, bitch.

[Softens down]

Damn it, Hob, you know that's not fair. Now, come on. It's been a bad time.

[Takes a Nuke syringe out of the box]

Sure has. You're really hurting.

Yeah, so I'm hurting.

You're going to get the shakes soon, Angie. You got it bad.

You little bastard! [Takes the syringe and plants it in her neck]

You just do what I tell you from now on, Angie. [Hands her the keys] Start the motor and drive.

[Crying in agony]

He'll kill you. He'll kill us both!

[With firm finality]

**** him.