Gabriel Edward Martin:
[as he is lying there wounded, and sees his father appear]
Father...
Benjamin Martin:
Shh... don't talk, don't talk.
Gabriel Edward Martin:
[gasps for air, groans]
Father. I'm sorry...
Benjamin Martin:
Ssh, be quiet. I'm going to take care of you. You're going to be all right.
Gabriel Edward Martin:
Pa. I'm sorry about Thomas.
Benjamin Martin:
Oh son, that wasn't your fault.
[Gabriel lets out a soft groan]
Benjamin Martin:
That was mine.
[Gabriel gasps for final breaths of air]
Benjamin Martin:
Hold on, you're gonna be all right... Don't go. Gabriel, don't...
[Ben sobs quietly while touching his son's face]
Benjamin Martin:
[cries and whispers]
Oh! God help me. God help me.
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