What they were thinking 2
Sara: This isn't going to feel good.
Michael: I have a high tolerance for pain you know that (I mean after all those times when you were annoyed with me and you jabbed the needle in real hard, boy that hurt. I had to have a high pain tolerance for that)
Sara: I do and you're not a diabetic are you (You deserved it for lying to me all the time) Right. Michael, tell me something. You think there's a part of you that enjoys this?
Michael: (hmmmm being shot at, losing the love of my life, having my friends die, hurting people all the time to suit my purposes, never being able to relax, barely sleeping…oh yeah it's a blast) Peroxide on an open wound? (Ow! Ow ow ow ow damn that burns) No.
Sara: I mean escaping from a prison and being on the run, and the danger and the fear and the rush, all that…it uh, it feels to me like chasing a high (ironic that it's you who I'm chasing…hmmmm) And, and I know what that's like. And I should know better by now.
Michael: (Oh no! I'm losing her! Say something hot!) I never thought about it like that (Damn it! Oh wait, wait I know) I know you've heard this before but it won't always be like this (Good save)
Sara: From everything you've told me it's just getting worse (Do not make eye contact Sara he's trying to look hot)
Michael: They can't chase us forever. The guy who caught up with us today, he stops at the border. That's why we have to get across. And I have the people in high places to help us do that (Why won't you look at me, come on please come? It won't be any fun without you) we're meeting them tomorrow (look I still really like you why do you think I'm pitching you so hard!) One more day, Sara. One more day. That's all I'm asking.
Sara: (Ohh ah! He's brushing my arm…damn you're hot! It's totally not fair! Must…resist…the touch) You can go get cleaned up, Keep this dry.
Michael: (Woe is me!!!! I can't believe you won't even look at me!)
Sara: (Do-not-look-up)
Michael: (This is my last chance, I'll use my huskiest I'm-hurt-but-i-still-love-you-so-voice) Sara…
Sara: (oh god I'm looking up)
Michael: I'm glad you came.
Sara: (Would it be too foreword of me to toss you down on the bed and make sweet, sweet love to you? I promise I'll try to avoid your arm)
Michael: (What?)
Sara: (Nothing! I gotta get out of here)
Later
Michael: Sara? (Sweetest? Darling? Where are you? What's this? A note….This time I know better – I'm sorry…nooooooooooooooooooo! Oh man she's really gone!!!)
Outside
Sara: (Ok I'm outside in the car I can do this, just have to turn the key and…I can't do it. I can't just abandon the poor love…especially when he's so alone…injured…defenceless…and in the shower…what am I thinking? Hang on Michael I'm coming! OH MY GOD A GUN!)
Kellerman: Hi Sara.
Sara: (Damn it. It's always the way isn't it, you're about to run back into your motel room and accidentally on purpose interrupt a shower when a guy abducts you. You suck Kellerman)