Running for Your Life: The Movie, Continued

We pick up in hospital, with establishing shot: L is feeble, his leg raised high and strapped in some contraption so that it doesn’t rest on bed, or even have sheets drape on it. It just hangs there in air, lathered in white goop, monstrously big thing. He is surrounded by medicine drip bags of many types that are needle-syringed in multiple places on his body.

Closeup. He is with the nurse, but we can’t hear, with benefit of subtitles, we read, “Where’s Sam?” Nurse touches him in a motherly way. “He’s gone. This morning.” L exhales, head back heavily on pillow. “Gone. Where?” We see a touch more of the hardened look that we saw at the opening.