lets take him over here.
Well put it over there.
Brad, you're bleeding like a stuck fish.
- Birdie!
- Easy now.
Birdie, hurry with that first-aid kit!
Give me something to put on it.
Here. Here, Brad.
Birdie! Hurry!
Thank you, sugar. Thank you.
Birdie. Birdie, come on!
Don't move like a snail!
Birdie, get the gauze.
Well make a compression
bandage, pack it in.
More of it. More of it.
What are you doing here, Birdie?
- Here.
- Go see what's left of your costumes.
We can't give a show without wardrobe.
Well give a show, boss, if I have
to put them in horse blankets.
Holly.
Here, hold.
Hank, any horses hurt?
The horses are okay,
Brad, but you're not.
I'm all right.
I've seen all kinds of
accidents on the lot, Holly.
That's an artery.
Every time his heart beats,
it pumps blood out of him.
What are we going to do? The doctors...
Hell bleed to death if we
don't get someone to him.
- I know someone.
- Good.
- Have you seen Buttons?
- No.
Birdie! Birdie, have you seen Buttons?
He just went by.
Get the Zoppes costumes next.
- Buttons!
- All right, throw them down!
Buttons! Buttons! Buttons.
Brads hurt. He's bleeding.
They can't stop it.
Well, get the doctor working
on him, Holly. I gotta go.
The doctors knocked out.
He was in the same car.
Buttons, that newspaper about the
doctor who killed the girl he loved...
Yeah, well, Brad told me
something about a detective
being on the train
looking for that fellow.
Look, I don't know if you're
the man they're looking for,
- but if you are, you can save Brad.
- No.
Remember you told me once about
killing the thing you loved?
Well, maybe you killed someone
because you loved her so much.
If you are him, you
could save someone I love.
Oh, Buttons. I've always loved him.
Please, please don't let
him die, if you are the man.
Are you, Buttons?
Yeah, I'm the man,
Holly. Come on. Lets go.
See if they can set up a cook tent.
Everyone could use some coffee.
Okay, Brad.
Find out what performers are hurt.
Let me know what acts we can't use.
Lie still, Brad.
Here's the doctors bag. I found it.
Fine, fine. Get something
to put it on, will you?
We've got to get the big top rigged
somehow and put on a performance.
Lie still, will you?
You'll finish this performance
under Gods big top.
Buttons.
If that detective sees you doing
this, he wont need fingerprints.
Well, the circus needs a boss right now.
Besides, I kind of like you.
Brad, please do what
Buttons says, for me.
What are you trying to do,
make my last moments happy?
Is that you, Chuck?
Chuck, how many seed wagons are okay?
- About half.
- Set them up.
Use planks for what's missing.
You have got sawdust in your
veins. You can't even die decently.
Take it easy, Holly. This
isn't sawdust he's bleeding.
You're gonna have to have a
blood transfusion right quick.
You were in the army,
Brad. What's your blood type?
- AB.
- AB.
Which Rh?
- Negative.
- Negative? Are you sure?
Yeah, Im sure. Were
out of luck, Buttons.
- What does that mean?
- Well, i's hard to find.
There must be a blood
bank in Cedar City.
We don't have any time for that.
Now, look, some of you go out and see
if you can find somebody
that has AB blood.
- There must be somebody in this show.
- There is someone.
Me. I have it.
- Sebastian.
- Not him.
You're not gonna put
that guys blood in me.
You don't have enough blood
in you now to quibble about it.
Sit down here. Roll up your left
sleeve. Get his wristwatch off.
- All right.
- I think I can rig it with this.
Buttons, find somebody else.
You'll be dead in 20 minutes without him.
Here, soak this in alcohol.
All right, but just take enough
till you can get some other guy.
It hurts me as much as it
does you, but noblesse oblige.
You ought to be grateful.
Grateful? To him?
I've had nothing but trouble
ever since you joined the show.
They warned me about you, but
I had to find out the hard way.
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