Death from Above

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Ah!

Hey.

Seagram.

Yeah?

You're working the shears tomorrow.

What do you mean I'm working

the shears tomorrow? Tomorrow is Saturday.

Yeah, what are you, a prima donna,

you don't have to work weekends?

You just can't waltz in here at the end

of the day on Friday...

...and expect me to work the weekend.

I got plans tomorrow.

You 're working tomorrow.

Hey!

Hey, Kennison,how about you pull

your big boy panties up...

...and run that shear yourself?

You piece of sh*t!

What the hell are you doing. clay?

What do think I'm doing?

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, you are not taking

this doger down Beaver Bluff.

Sure, why not?

'Cause Beaver Bluff

is a motorcycle hill climb.

Not a damn roller coaster ride.

What do you say, chef?

You 're ready for a thrill ride?

I... I don't know.

I... I'm not supposed

to be out too late tonight.

Maybe we should just save this

for another day.

Well, it sounds unanimous.

Here we go. Baby.

Yeah!

Chef. Bill.

You okay?

Oh, sh*t.

You 're all right, buddy?

Think you can walk?

I don't know.

My leg's messed up.

I'll get you out of there, man.

Clay?

You all right, man?

Clay.

What you got there?

Oh, nothing.

No. You didn't.

Yes, I did.

Animal, you lucky bastard.

Like I've always told you, Gunnar.

Can't take it with you.

I can't believe you actually bought

the big blue beast!

Not only did I buy it. But check out

the balls on this b*tch right here.

What do you say me and you take

this bad beast right here

on a little beat run?

That is if. Uh. You think you can

handle her. Sally.

Really?

Yeah.

It's an honor.

Let's do it!

Come on!

I got some bad news, big man.

That d*ckhead Kennison

is trying to make me

work tomorrow.

That bastard knows the big mud bog

bash is tomorrow.

He just don't care, man.

He's a d*ckhead.

And what am I supposed to do

Screw all that work sh*t, okay?

Screw Kennison.

And you need to remember you got

one kickass union behind you.

Damn right.

Oh, sh*t.

We're being pulled over

by Sheriff Raynick himself.

Does he honestly have nothing better

to do with his time

than screw with us every single day?

Good evening. Ladies.

You're in awful hurry. Aren't you?

Hello. Sheriff.

Gunnar. I thought that was you.

Now, where the hell

would you get enough dough

to be driving

a sweet truck like this?

Well, it's not exactly

mine, Sheriff.

Well, you sure

drive it like it is.

And sure it's gonna be you

that gets the ticket.

Oh!

Come on, Sheriff, we were just having

a little fun.

Hey, Raynick, why don't you try

getting a real job? How about that?

Why don't you tell your loud

mouth girlfriend in there

that if I want any sh*t out of her

I will squeeze her head!

You know how he is. He's just blowing off

a little smoke, that's it.

Yeah, he'll be blowing

a lot more than smoke

if I throw him in the county lockup.

We're not trying to cause any harm.

If you let us go.

You got my word we won't cause you

anymore problem.

Yeah? What about your loud mouth girlfriend?

How does she feel?

He's cool.

All right.

But if you girls would just respect

the law of the land,

we wouldn't be having

these run-ins.

Go on, get outta here.

Thank you, Sheriff.

You wanna tell me

how these two hillbillies

got from there to here?

Eight feet, six inches.

Mark it.

If you ask me, these two boys

had a knife fight.

But there's not

a knife to be found.

What do we have here?

What the hell is it?

It looks old.

Some kind of scripture.

Can you read chinese?

Give me a beer and a shot of vodka.

Anything else?

Well.

If you need anything,

just give me a holler.

That's an evil looking car.

Yeah, but the son of a b*tch

parked in the handicapped.

Dirty bastard.

Damn, I'm parched.

Hey, Pops.

Hey, Mr. Seagrim,

how's it hanging?

They'll let anyone in this place.

Easy.

Gunnar.

I figured since we stacked the kegs

for you out back,

you at least let us come in the front

door this time.

So. How is things

down at the mill?

No. You know, things change, Dad.

Damn foreigners.

Killing the damn steel industry.

We helped them rebuild

after World War II,

now it's coming back

to haunt us.

No. That's not it, Dad.

It's just changed.

Tell him that Kennison is trying

to make you work on a Saturday.

That Kennison is still

giving you trouble?

I should've kicked his ass years ago

when he was an apprentice.

Hey, Dad, who's that guy

at the end of the bar?

I don't know.

He's just wandered in.

Never saw him before.

He's kinda familiar.

I don't know about that.

But I know one thing.

He ain't too friendly.

What's up, crunch?

How you doing?

Damn, that's a beautiful truck.

Let me tell you.

Animal... just picked it up.

Damn. Do you think he'd let me

take that on a beat run?

Crunch, I think you've had

just a little too many.

You may as well

forget that sh*t.

Come on, let's go

get you a beer.

# They drive big trucks #

# Rulling to the Starbucks #

# order up

A double shot #

# Drink it

To the last drop #

# Use it

As a spit cup #

# come on come on

Who you trying To fool #

# You call us hillbillies

Now you call us cool #

# It ain't pop

It ain't hard day #

# Everybody wants

To be a redneck #

# Up town is

The new wide way #

# Everybody wants

To be a redneck #

# Everybody

Wants to be #

# Wants to be a redneck #

Adam, let me

ask you somethin'.

You think tonight

can get anymore perfect?

Yeah.

No. That's not what

I'm talking about, man.

Look around you.

I love this country, man.

I love living out

in the woods like this.

I love living

under these stars.

Tonight couldn't get

more perfect for me.

In fact, it is so perfect

I say we initiate

a certain... two girls right here

into the sacred lost pit.

What does he mean "lost pit"?

I'm so glad you asked, Heather.

Gunnar here is a direct descendant

of the ancient Druids

who once worshiped

and walked these very grounds

that we've been on

all evening.

In fact, they did so

in a very special,special ritual.

What do you mean "ritual"?

What do I mean "ritual"?

Who will be first

to gain access

into the sacred lost pit?

Oh. Oh, my God.

The old man was taking a dump.

The six pack's free.

You at least leave him a tip?

Yeah, I got your tip.

Hey, buddy.

Is there something

we can do for you?

Yeah, what the hell's

your problem?

I need a ride.

You ain't got the right equipment

for us to give you a ride.

Do we look like

a taxi service to you?

Hey, what did I say? You ain't got

the right equipment, b*tch.

I didn't ask for a ride.

I said I need one.

Hey. Get off my bike.

Is he dead?

He's either dead

or he's out of it.

Now, about that ride.

Now, who's the b*tch?

You think this is gang related?

These look like two pretty tough dudes.

It's a rough call.

Neither one of these two guys

had weapons or narcotics.

I don't think somebody had killed 'em

for a six pack.

Here, put this on ice

with the cadavers.

You think they both

came in on the same bike?

Yeah, it's a funny thought.

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