Death from Above Page #2

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Two 400-pound gorillas

on a moped?

Something you'd see on YouTube.

They must've really

pissed somebody off.

Their heads are almost

severed off their body.

I don't care how greasy they were.

Nobody deserves this.

Let's get the coroner's team in here

and do a scoop and swoop on this mess.

Let this guy get back into business

of selling gas.

Damn. Speedy. You're putting in a lot

of rest time lately.

You been working on Sundays?

I've even been wearing

my holy underwear.

You know, I thought I smelled something

moldy when I came in here.

Grab that wrench

and give me a hand.

Oh. Sh*t.

Here comes Sheriff Raynick.

Hey. You guys be on your best

behavior. Okay?

Want me be nice

to Sheriff Raynick?

Speedy, he's not

that bad of a guy.

Look, two days ago he had me and

Animal pulled over.

He could've gave us a speeding ticket,

but he let us slide.

Morning, Sheriff.

Beautiful day, ain't it?

I reckon.

You boys seem to be in awfully

friendly mood. What are you into

Nothing, Sheriff.

We're just hanging out.

Speedy, you wouldn't happen to have

any stolen cars in here, would you?

You'd better tell me right now.

No. Sir, Sheriff.

I've been on straight and narrow

for this past seven months now.

Likely story.

I wouldn't sh*t you. Sheriff.

You 're my favorite turd.

Speedy.

What?

What's that?

Sheriff, what brings you out

to these parts?

Well, I was thinking

about an oil change,

but that peculiar welcome

and these fine automobiles

is making me think Speedy's chop shop

is back in business.

No. No. Sheriff.

Speedy's on the up and up.

Easy and I. We're

his support system.

We're like the "choppaholics".

That's right, Sheriff.

You sure about that?

Oh, yeah. You have my word.

Absolutely, Sheriff.

Okay, Gunnar, I'll take

your word for it.

But if you 're lying to me,

the long arm of the law is gonna come down

on you like a steel trap!

Chain you by the balls, boy.

Right you are, Sheriff.

Absolutely.

Yes, sir.

All right, you've been warned.

Evening, ladies.

Well, hello. Frankie.

You know, I got

your usual for ya.

Two big doughnuts

and some hot coffee.

Thank you, Marge.

And you keep the change.

Ah!

A $2-tip, Frank?

You weren't married, uh...

I'd like to take

a ride on your belt.

You never know, Marge.

The wife just might enjoy

one of those "metage a tois".

You mean a menage a trois?

Yeah, one of those, too.

Oh, let's call her up, bam!

Tempting, Marge.

Tempting.

I'll see ya, Marge.

I'll see ya.

Nice ass, Frank.

What the hell, Lefty?

How many times did I tell you to stop

whacking off to my girls

on a Hot Rod magazine?

You sicko

come on, Marge.

Get out of here, you nerd!

I'm gonna tell your mama that you've been

whacking off in my store.

Boo.

Help! Help!

Help me!

Looks like the end of the road

for this trucker.

His names was Frank Riddle.

Wife, two kids.

The attendant inside said he was

one of the nicest guys in the world.

Yeah. That's the way

it usually goes.

The ones that deserve it,

they never get it.

Nice guy like this

comes along, and splat.

Roadkill.

Three-six-seven three-six two.

Three-six-seven.

We found a motorcycle over here

in the southeast corner

of the lot covered with blood.

We'll be right there.

This guy's leaving a path

of death and destruction.

Yeah, he ain't

too smart, either.

He leaves a bike, a dead trucker.

He's giving us

a trail to follow.

There's just something... evil

about all this.

Yeah, and I bet that's got something

to do with that tablet.

So you wanna meet the band?

Yeah.

You 're gonna meet 'em all right,

but I'm gonna tell you something.

There're certain rules around here.

You think about that

before you go backstage.

Okay?

I'll send you back.

I don't know.

I think he is a little sleazy.

I think he's kinda cute.

Backstage.

B*tch.

Hey, you.

Why don't you take a picture?

I don't know you. You don't belong here.

You with the band?

Give me the rune.

The what?

The pendant that's around

your neck.

Give it to me.

I think you two

need to go...

take a walk real quick.

Now.

Now, now, now, now!

Give me the rune

and you'll have all the pleasurable company

you've ever dreamed of.

Well, I just

can't do that.

We got a situation here.

Ah!

# Take away and live

Your life I say #

# And let it die #

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

I know you better.

Come on, what's eating at you?

What can you tell me

about this necklace?

That's been handed down

through our family for centuries.

That's why it meant so much

to your grandfather.

He said it was a protector

from evil spirits.

Somethin' like that.

I've been having some

weird dreams lately.

I don't know

what to make of 'em.

You know, your crazy

Uncle Leonard

used to follow that

Druid spiritual stuff

way back before

he went off the deep end.

Crazy Uncle Leonard.

The same guy that used to chase you

on his tractor?

Yeah. I haven't heard much

from your uncle lately.

You know he disconnected

his phone?

He said the NSA was tapping his phone line

and reading his mail.

So I guess he wouldn't be

much use.

No. Probably not.

But Dad, if you could think

of anything else that would help me,

it would be nice to get a good night's

sleep again.

Well. Mr. Seagram.

I wanna thank you for the beer.

And I hope we didn't

keep you up too late.

You boys can come

drink my beer anytime.

Thanks, Dad.

I love you.

Hey. Gunnar.

Gunnar!

Why didn't you tell me you 're

having these spiritual dreams?

It's nothing I'm proud of, crunch.

Gunnar, you can trust in me.

In fact, I've got something that's gonna

make you feel a whole lot better.

Okay, crunch.

You brought her here?

To my garage?

Is this where

we're gonna do it?

Crunch, give me my toys.

It's Gunnar. He's the one

with the problem.

I need something that you own.

A piece of clothing, something.

What are we gonna do

with an ouija board?

I'm not having a seance.

Think of it as a dividing rod

that allows us to communicate

with the spiritual.

Gunnar, give her that necklace.

No

Hell, no.

Mm-mm.

Give me your underpants,

I don't care.

I don't have all night.

Speedy, give her

your holy underwear.

No way, man!

Gunnar's the one with the problem.

Give her your lucky rabbit's foot.

Will this do.

Yes.

Now you ought to sit

and be quiet.

I need to concentrate, and I can't do

that while you 're staring at my b*obs.

Come on, consuela,

keep going, keep going.

Hey, did you see that?

It just moved.

Thule.

Oh, no. No. No.

You did not tell me

ancient one is coming for you.

I must leave.

Consuela, what are you

talking about?

Ancient what?

You know, the one in your dreams.

The dark one.

Crunch, what's going on?

You know he comes,

and he's very close.

Consuela!

I'd tell you to leave town,

but he'll still find you.

Good luck.

The both of you are sure this is

the man that you saw?

That's him,

no doubt.

Okay, after the man said,

"Give me the rune,"

what did you do next?

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