 I can't... Girl. You've been wounded. Now, please, put that gun away. You needn't... Oh, my arm. You're sticking with me. Go on, get moving. No, please, please, you don't understand. I want to help you. I'll take you to Grandma's house. Now, look, sister. I don't know who you are or how come you're out here, but that's your own hard luck.