Dead Meat Page #3

Princess, come on.

On your count, Francie.

Go for it.

One, 2, 3.

Push.

It won't budge.

It's only gonna endanger us...

here with our asses f***ing

swung out in the wind.

It's banjaxed.

What does that mean?

F***ed.

Moriarty, how far

are we to the fort?

Lobinstown is about

5 miles that way.

How long? 5 miles... on foot.

3 hours.

3 hours in the dark?

You're talking about 5,

at least.

I'm not walking

3 hours in the dark.

I don't think we have

a choice here now.

With all those ghouls around?

Are you crazy?

I know.

I'm not moving.

I'm afraid I'm not much

of a mechanic.

I think we'll have to walk it.

We have little choice.

Come on.

Don't give me that now.

'Cause we'll go down the side...

Where was it, Desmond?

Yes, well, I'm not walking.

We have to walk.

There's no choice.

It's a rock

and a hard f***ing place.

I'm not walking anywhere.

Get your jacket on.

I'm not walking.

Come on.

Shh!

Quiet.

Oh, you folks,

we've got company.

- What?

- Oh, bollocks!

Right. We're back in the van.

Go! Get in.

Come on.

Quiet.

Get in. Come on.

Quick.

Close the door.

Lock it.

F*** off, all of you. F*** off!

F*** off.

F*** off!

They're gone.

What was that?

That was a cow.

It couldn't be.

Why not?

They're all dead.

All gone.

That's a cow.

Seems to be.

If there's cows around, it means

we're out of the county.

Which means we're away

from the mad cow disease.

We might be closer

to getting out the wee thing.

Who's gonna cart her to you?

No one's f***ing

sensing nothing.

Just stand there, eat the grass,

and sh*t it out of you.

Mad cow's

a bit different, though.

Take the f***ing throat off you.

- Is that true?

- No.

That's a lot closer.

Jesus!

Think it's gone?

Anything happening there? No.

Cathal, help!

Quick.

Go back.

What the f*** is he doing?

Get yourself f***ing killed!

Come on!

The shovel.

Run!

They're not done.

More to do.

Christ!

Here, take this.

You must be freezing.

Be still.

Do you hear that?

What?

Shh.

Do you hear that?

Check it out.

I think they're sleeping.

It is only a scarecrow. Come on.

Stay where you are.

The f***ing torch is f***ed.

Oh, Christ.

No one's any batteries, no?

Oh... yeah.

Hold on a minute now...

and I'll f***ing

fetch them for you.

Just stop your smart comments.

How far are we

from this f***ing fort?

Not too far.

I say we stay put.

We build a fire.

A couple of hours downtime.

I've a grand bottle

of whiskey there.

A couple of drinks.

Soothe the f***ing nerves.

Get up in a couple of hours,

get to that fort.

You have whiskey?

I have a drop of whiskey.

That sounds nice.

Right, so. That's it.

They say every time someone

dies, a new star appears.

There are lots of stars

in the sky tonight.

She wasn't religious, you know?

I wasn't, either.

Just didn't see it, you know?

She needed some consolation

toward the end.

You made a great couple.

I met her in Dublin.

I was playing on the minor team,

and we went up...

for the All-Ireland final.

I went and broke my leg.

I was stuck in a hospital

in Dublin.

Didn't know

if I'd ever play hurling again.

She says that

was the end of the world.

Was she a nurse?

She was.

Watch out!

Everyone loves a campfire, huh?

If there's one,

there'll be more to follow.

Come on.

Are you ok, Mr. Cheunt?

- Come on.

- I'm grand. Come on.

Go on. Go on.

I think we're being watched.

There's nobody here.

Here. Do you hear that?

There's f***ing plenty here,

but not where I expect.

Run for the castle. Run!

Martin, get those gates closed!

F***er.

It's stuck. Oh, bollocks.

F***.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Run! Run!

Martin, wait!

All right.

Moriarty, take the door.

All right. Stay here. Stay back.

We'll wait them out.

Stay back, Helena. Stay back.

What's up?

Come on, you c*nts, you!

F***ing come on.

Get in, you f***er.

I'll throw you.

F***! Get down!

Coming after me.

Back, you c*nt.

Get f***ing down.

Get f***ing back.

Stand back!

I owe you.

F***ing hell. Down!

Come on down!

That's it.

Hell! No!

F***er!

Are you OK?

F***ing infection.

You bastards.

That arm has to come off.

The light! The light!

I'm toast.

Oh, sh*t.

You take care of that.

Can I have the hurley, please?

Burn it! Burn it!

Des!

Des!

Help!

Stay right there.

We'll be up to get you.

Go, go.

I'm OK. I'm not infected.

Oh, my God.

I'm locked in!

Let us out of here!

Get them out of here.

Help me.

Help me, please. Please!

So you don't believe

in godless ghouls or ghosts

And you're scared of nothing

Least that's what

you always boast

Take a ride with me

Let me educate your mind

Yeah, walk with me,

and we'll see what we can find

Into the darkened forest

Where the mist is thick as blood

There lurks an evil I set free

And though it's way past supper

Well, you still smell good

And soon you're gonna be

Dead meat

You're dead meat

Dead meat

Kind of folks

you don't wanna meet

You're dead meat

And guess who's on the menu

Well, I hoped

you liked your life

'Cause now it's gone

The moon has just come up

Say good-bye

to your last thought

The hunger here

will never go away

'Cause the walking dead

have all come out to play

Soon you'll be dismembered

and shared around

And your brains will empty out

On the blood-soaked ground

Too late for doubt,

too late to even pray

You are what you eat

Or so they say

Into the darkened forest

Where the mist is thick as blood

There lurks an evil I set free

And though it's way past supper

Well, you still smell good

And soon you're gonna be

Dead meat

You're dead meat

Kind of folks

you don't wanna meet

You're dead meat

And guess who's on the menu

Dead meat

You're dead meat

Kind of folks

you don't wanna meet

You're dead meat

And guess who's on the menu

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