Day of the Dead Page #4

concerning what they want out of life.

You are afraid,

aren't you?

Just as afraid as I am.

Why don't you take a sedative,

Sarah, so you can sleep?

You're full of sh*t, Sarah, you know

that? You're really full of sh*t.

I'm through with you.

Fine then. Get out.

Just get out!

- Hey, guys! Come on, man!

- For goodness sake!

I'm all right.

Thanks, bill.

I'm all right.

Here.

I've just filled it up.

Got a refill as well.

No, thanks.

I'm all right. Really.

It's just brandy.

Good for the heart.

It's sh*t for your heart,

and it eats up your liver.

We don't get a lot of visitors

out here, and we like it that way.

Here it is:
The Ritz.

Madam.

John's probably

out the back.

Hey! Well,

what do you know.

Welcome

to civilization, Sarah.

The last holdout.

It's pretty nice.

Nicer than we got inside.

- Not a bad idea.

- It's a little safer where you are.

But we like to live dangerously,

Billy boy and me, you know.

That's a laugh. I haven't seen you do

anything dangerous since we got here.

We stickin' around.

That's gettin' a bit dangerous,

as I hope you noticed

this evening.

You're a mystery to me.

You really are.

Not like

those other goons in there.

You have a sense of...

Of what?

Never mind.

No, no, no. Come on.

Let's talk about it.

I came down here to get

drunk. I don't have the energy.

Hey, hey. It takes more energy to keep

quiet than it does to speak the mind.

Go ahead. Let go of what you got, now.

You were sent down here

to do a job.

My job is to fly the whirlybird.

I've been doin' that job just fine.

You have the protection of this facility.

You eat our food. You drink our water.

And you don't lift a finger

to help. Neither one of you.

We don't believe in what

you're doin' here, Sarah.

Hey, you know what all they

keep down here in this cave?

Man, they got the books and the

records of the top 500 companies.

They got the defense department

budget down here.

And they got the negative

for all your favorite movies.

They got microfilm with tax

return and newspaper stories.

They got immigration records,

census reports,

and they got official accounts of

all the wars and plane crashes...

and volcano eruptions and

earthquakes and fires and floods...

and all the other disasters that

interrupted the flow of things...

in the good old U.S. Of A.

Now, what does it matter,

Sarah darling?

All this filing

and record keeping?

We ever gonna give a sh*t? We even

gonna get a chance to see it all?

This is a great big

Tombstone!

With an epitaph on it that

nobody gonna bother to read.

Now, here you come... here you come

with a whole new set of charts...

and graphs and records.

What you gonna do? Bury them down

here with all the other relics...

of what once was?

Let me tell you what else. Yeah,

Im gonna tell you what else.

You ain't never gonna figure it out,

just like they never figured out...

why the stars

are where they're at.

It ain't mankind's job

to figure that stuff out.

So what you're doin'

is a waste of time, Sarah.

And time is all

we got left, you know.

What Im doing...

is all there's left to do.

Shame on you.

There's plenty to do.

Plenty to do. So long as there's you

and me and maybe some other people,

we could start over, start

fresh, get some babies.

And teach 'em, Sarah, teach

'em never to come over here...

and dig these records out.

Hey.

You want to put some kind

of explanation...

down here

before you leave?

Here's one as good as

any you're likely to find.

We're being punished

by the creator.

He visited a curse

on us...

so we man could look at...

what hell was like.

Maybe didn't want to see us

blow ourselves up...

and put a big hole

in his sky.

Maybe he just wanted to show

us he was still the boss man.

Maybe he figure... we was getting

too big for our britches...

trying to

figure his sh*t out.

You son of a b*tch!

Damn it!

It's no good.

It's no f***in' good.

What is that stuff?

It's something called beef treats,

which the army provides us with...

so generously.

- He won't touch it.

- Sh*t. I wouldn't either.

Sorry. We're fresh out

of filet mignon.

- What is this?

Part of Logan's plan...

to try

and socialize these things?

He told me himself they don't eat for

nourishment. What are we hoping for here?

Hoping to satisfy the urge.

You see, Sarah, they're...

they are us. They are

the extensions of us.

They are the same animal, simply

functioning less perfectly.

They can be fooled, you see? They can be

tricked into being good little girls and boys,

the same way we were tricked into it

on the promise of some reward to come.

They have to be rewarded.

Reward is the key.

I'm convinced of that now.

Come. I've got something

to show you.

That wasn't very nice, you know.

That wasn't very nice at all.

Let's go.

And you can just sit there in the

dark and think about what you've done.

Think about it.

Think.

I call him Bub.

That's what the club fellas used to call my

father. Can you imagine a surgeon called Bub?

Nobody seemed to mind,

though. He was rich.

My father was rich.

He used to say Id never

be rich doing pure research.

I'd never be rich.

Uh, Bub's been responding so

well lately, Ive let him live.

Well, is he alive or dead? Well, that's

the question these days, isn't it?

Well, let's say that I

let him continue to exist.

Hello, Bub!

Here are some toys for you.

Some nice things

for you to play with.

You remember them from

before? From before.

Well, he's seen the other things

before, but the book is new.

Look, look, look.

I thought he'd do that.

Open it up.

He remembers. He remembers

everything that he used to.

Bub, Im very pleased.

Very pleased.

What's he trying

to prove?

I saw one of those things

sittin' in a car in d. C...

tryin' to drive

down independence avenue.

It didn't make me wanna be

its friend. No. It's amazing.

It's not what this one does,

but what he doesn't do.

What do you mean?

He doesn't get excited...

and doesn't get agitated

when Logan walks in the room.

He doesn't see Logan as... lunch.

Dinner.

Breakfast.

Having fun? What's he doin' in there?

No need for that, Captain.

He's quite docile.

Come in.

You can all come in.

Bub won't mind.

Extraordinary,

isn't it?

That's right, Bub.

Say hello.

Come on, Captain. Give

me a break, will ya?

Say hello

to your aunt Alicia.

Say, "hello, aunt Alicia. "

"Hello, aunt Alicia. "

Hel-lo, aunt Alicia.

"Hello. "

Apparently, he was in the military.

Return the salute and see what he does.

You want me to salute

that pile of walking pus?

Salute my ass.

Your ignorance is exceeded

only by your charm, Captain.

How are we going to set an example

for them if we behave barbarically?

Take the bullets out, please, and

let me have your pistol, Sarah.

It's empty, Captain. We

saw the bullets come out.

Let's see what he does. Let's see

what Bub does in this situation.

Jesus... Christ.

What are we supposed to do?

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