Day of the Dead Page #5

Teach 'em tricks?

What the f*** is wrong with

you people? They're dead!

They're f***ing dead, and

you wanna teach 'em tricks?

They have to be rewarded, Captain. Why

else will they do what we want them to do?

I don't want 'em

to do anything but drop over!

Yes, well, apparently they're not

inclined to do that for you, Captain.

Is this your progress?

Is this the sh*t that's

supposed to knock our socks off?

It's the beginning, yes. It's the

bare beginning of social behavior.

Of civilized behavior.

Civil behavior is what distinguishes

us from the lower forms.

It's what enables us

to communicate,

to go about things in an orderly fashion,

without attacking each other like beasts.

Civility must be rewarded,

Captain.

If it isn't rewarded,

there's no use for it.

There's just no use

for it at all.

'Possum ready?

Come on. Grab it.

Come on.

You got it?

Hey. You got it?

No!

No! No!

Miller! Miller!

I can't do it.

I can't do it!

I can't do it.

Don't let this happen.

Don't let this happen to me.

I don't wanna be one of them.

Take me. Please. Take me.

I need fire.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

Get out of the way, lady.

No. I amputated the infected

area. I think I caught it in time.

Yeah?

But what if you didn't?

If I didn't,

Ill shoot him myself.

It's the spick.

The yellow son of a b*tch. It's his fault

this happened. It's his yellow f***in' fault.

Get out of the way, b*tch, or Ill

go right through you with this.

We're getting to make this a habit, man...

pointing guns at each other, you know.

We just lost two men

'cause of this motherf***er.

Weli... that kinda evens

the odds between us then.

The spick's been bit, Captain.

We gotta blast him.

He's been bit! I got

the infection in time.

That's bullshit, lady.

I seen a thousand of 'em.

He's gonna die.

If he dies,

Ill destroy him myself.

Unless he gets you first.

You may still want to sleep

with him.

I don't want him

inside the complex.

We'll keep him out here,

with us.

We gotta blast him,

Captain.

That'd be doin' 'im a favor,

Steel.

You think he wants

to walk around after he's dead?

You think he wants to be

one of those things?

Think about it, lady.

And think about this,

all of ya...

from now on, you ain't gettin'

sh*t from me and my men.

Tomorrow morning, we're going inside

that corral, and we ain't comin' out...

till every one of those rotten

piles of garbage has been wasted.

Come on, Steel.

Get out of there, Steel!

We got better things to do!

You're on my sh*t list,

flyboy.

Thank you.

Let's take him inside,

clean him up.

Think you can move him?

I- I think so.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh.

- It's a man's sweater. Try it on.

- Thanks.

I have to go to the lab.

He's going to need

some morphine...

along with

some other supplies.

I'd better go along. I'm sure those

boys haven't calmed themselves down yet.

I'm sorry I said

those things about you.

I'm sorry too. Really.

Well, what do you know?

We are heroes after all.

What a relief.

Sarah.

He might not make it,

you know.

I know it.

At least we gave him

a chance.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Hey.

You guys be careful. You're not back in

half an hour, Im coming out to look for you.

They'll leave us alone.

Half an hour.

We'll be back.

Jesus god almighty.

The resident surgeon has been

burning the midnight oils.

What the hell has he been doin'

down here, slaughtering cattle?

In his mind, that's probably

not far from the truth.

Grandfather's talking.

His mind's talking.

There. I've put it away. I've put

it away, mother. I've put it away.

- Bastard. Be civilized!

Be civil.

Christ! Take that off.

Take that off! Take that off!

Five minutes, mother.

Just five minutes.

Oh, my god.

No, Sarah! Don't!

It'll just bring out

Rhodes and the men.

Leave it be,

leave it be.

Let's go.

Let's get outta here.

I'm beginning to think we should take

that helicopter before somebody else does.

Hello, Bub.

Mother is very proud

of you.

Very, very proud indeed.

You did quite nicely today.

I don't believe it.

Logan's star pupil.

- Now, tomorrow, we can play

with these things again.

Now it's time

for your reward.

I brought you

something good.

What is that?

Is that...

it can't be.

Oh, god. I can't look.

Can't...

Good night, Bub.

What are you givin' him in

there, Frankenstein? What?

- What is it, huh?

What do you give him?

Scum!

No, you... you must listen to me,

Captain. You must listen.

Listen to this.

Hold it, Fisher.

Torrez, get his gun.

Take all the guns.

All of 'em.

All their f***ing guns!

Take all their guns.

All their guns!

Those are my men in there.

My men.

Those are my men in there!

Hold it right there.

Frankenstein's dead.

This scum gets it next unless you

throw your weapons out right now.

He means it, Johnny. He

killed Logan in cold blood.

I killed Logan

because he was a butcher.

I'll kill the rest of them one at a time,

unless you get your black ass out here, flyboy.

- Let him go, Rhodes.

- Torrez, get his machete.

We're gettin' outta here

right now.

You give me any sh*t about it,

I blow his head off.

Whirlybird can't

hold us all.

"Us all" ain't going.

Me, my men, you. That's it.

You'll never get me to do that,

Rhodes.

No!

Hey!

Rickles, open the gates.

Steel, shove 'em in there.

Have a nice visit

with McDermott, huh?

Rhodes...

don't do this, please.

Gonna give us a ride,

flyboy?

I'll do whatever you say, man.

Let her go now.

Rhodes. Let 'em off.

I'll take you...

wherever you want to go.

Like you said,

chopper can't hold us all.

Rhodes, don't do it.

You do it, and I won't fly.

I swear, you got to kill me

before I fly.

Let 'em out.

That's the deal.

I make the deals around here,

not you.

Now you get your sh*t together,

whatever you need.

Isn't there

an old silo back there?

No. We can't go back there

without guns.

- We can't stay here. They'll tear us apart.

- Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Don't shoot 'im!

We need his ass.

Steel, kick him around

a little bit.

Might knock some sense

into that jungle-bunny head.

- Captain!

- That's it.

Run, you f***in' lunatics.

Oh!

They're gone, flyboy.

Let's go.

Not a chance.

- Jesus Christ. That's the elevator.

- Check it out.

Aw, Jesus.

Rock slide.

We can't get through.

This way.

We can try and get around.

Oh, it's you.

This way.

Let's go, Torrez. Get up.

Aw, sh*t!

Somebody took this apart.

The only other control's up on

the platform with a hand box.

Stuck.

- Rickles, we can't get out of here.

- Fix it. Can't you fix it?

It's that f***in' spick

that did this! Fix it!

Come on, man!

Fix what?

Fix the box, man! Come on!

Fix it! They tore the guts out!

I can't fix it! We got the

book here! We can fix it!

The bastard.

Sarah!

Willie!

John!

Let's keep moving.

Hold down. Aw, f***!

What's goin' on?

That spick.

He ripped these controls out,

the little yellow bastard.

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