That awful one-sentence-five-Amis thing happens. Bossuet is shot twice in the stomach. Joly, shot once in the chest and struggling to breathe, kneels beside him.
Joly: Come, Bossuet, now move your hands, Let me lay pressure where they are.
Bossuet, smiling slightly, moves his hands away from his stomach and instead takes up Joly’s hands in them.
(frantic) What are you doing? Bossuet: It’s all right, I’m just amazed I came this far. You said yourself there’s no surviving this, Shot in the gut just once would do. Joly: I didn’t mean- Bossuet: My friend, have you a chance?
Joly shakes his head
Then if I die, Together: I die with you.
Joly, unable to move, is still desperately trying to put pressure on his friend’s wounds.
Bossuet: Lie down, and keep Your hands inside my hands. Lie down,