Drive Angry 3d Page #4

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-Milton.

-Milton.

-What?

-Stay down.

-He's alive.

But you shot him in the face.

Don't you see?

We stand at a crossroads.

Y'all didn't think we could just

kick up our heels,

and change the world, did you?

Mmm-mmm.

We got a fight coming. A glorious battle.

He's coming around!

F*** you!

I'm going to kill you, you little b*tch!

I've changed my mind about you, Piper.

You are too willful to be taught.

I am going to kill you,

and then I'm going to defile your corpse.

Between now and then,

I'm gonna f*** you up.

Oh, Piper.

Knock her ass out!

You're so willful.

Willful!

Goodbye, sweet Piper.

He's coming right at us!

Piper!

Jesus, Milton. How?

It's still in there.

The bullet. I can... I can feel it.

How are you still alive?

We don't have time for this.

They're getting away.

Thought you were dead.

This license isn't just expired,

it's antique.

She told everyone you were dead.

How long were you in prison?

Were you in prison at all?

Jesus, Milton,

has anything you told me been true?

I used to know a guy who lived out this way.

You have one of those

portable phones?

A cell phone?

You mean a cell phone, Milton?

Yeah, I got a cell phone. it's in my purse.

-You just gonna ignore me?

-I'm gonna try.

We have to hide the car. I'll push, you steer.

Forget about it. Who cares?

You should. You killed two cops.

Here we are

Burning up in our cars

And in our hearts

With your tea

Lucky states as the day breaks

The blind are leading the blind

-Scorcher today, huh?

-Help me.

Christ on a cracker. My apologies.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's a symbol of our pact with Lord Satan.

Pact, huh? Ooh!

Funny, he's never mentioned you.

Whoa! Those are f***ed.

Here, have some water.

Amateurs.

I'm gonna die, ain't I?

-Milton's work, I take it.

-Yeah.

Son of a b*tch shot me!

Wait. How did you...

Who are you?

I'm The Accountant.

I'm curious, and I never get curious.

-What do you people want with Milton?

-You're the who?

Does it matter? Milton.

Why is he important to you?

He isn't! He's the one chasing us!

-Why?

-Because...

Because of what we did.

Because of who we took.

Well, color me curious, what did you do?

And who did you take?

Let me know if I hurt you, Milton.

I tried to get her back.

I really did.

I know.

F***ing devil worshippers.

They freak me the f*** out.

Messing with powers they ought not to.

Turns my sh*t white.

None of it's real.

No, Milton. UFOs and Bigfoot and ghosts,

that's bullshit.

Devils and demons.

Once you open those doors,

you just can't close them.

But you know that, don't you?

-You're dead.

-Yeah, we've been getting that a lot lately.

No, toots.

I carried his coffin.

Webster,

are you gonna keep stroking that .357,

or you gonna yank it?

That depends.

How is this possible?

You heard about my daughter?

I did.

Then you know why I'm back.

I don't...

Can you explain this, please?

He loved his daughter.

A lot of daddies love their daughters.

But it don't explain shattering reality.

Well, that one loved his little girl

enough to make her hate him.

Uh, he was...

He was a bad, bad husband.

But he was a good father.

And then, we went and got mixed up

in the wrong crowd.

And once you are in,

there ain't no getting out.

So, to protect her, he vanished

while she was still in high school.

And I went with him.

-But you got out.

-Yeah, I did.

But only 'cause he paid a little visit

to some fellows

who wanted to kill us

when the job was done.

He went alone, you see. I would've gone,

but I didn't know.

I would've gone.

That fire making you homesick?

Cold beer?

Fire isn't the worst part.

It's the video feed.

It's not about your suffering,

your burning.

It's about the suffering

of those you love because

that's all you see

in full detail.

And there's nothing you can do

to shut it off.

My daughter was 16 when I got shot.

I watched her weep.

I watched her curse me.

I watched her join that cult.

I watched the murders.

My tree-hugging, sandal-wearing

son-in-law first, and then...

And then my daughter.

Burning is nothing

compared to watching

your child's head being torn off.

Thank you, Webster. I don't believe

I'll be having that beer just now.

Not unless I'm drinking it

from Jonah King's skull.

John, I can't fix that car.

But I can get you where you need to be.

Milton, if memory serves,

you were always

partial to the Chevelle, yes?

-454?

-Yeah.

-9-1-1.

-Hi.

-What's your emergency?

-About that fella

who killed all them people

at the Bull By The Balls last night.

Sir?

I know where you can find him.

Stillwater Marsh Penitentiary

shut down ages ago.

You wanna guess what Deacon's Tree was?

-Hanging tree.

-Yeah.

Last hanging was in '38.

They left the tree to taunt the inmates.

Google Maps says it's an eight-hour drive.

-We should be...

-Webster,

-I need you to stay here.

-What?

No. You went alone last time.

I'm not going alone.

Are you gonna take that little girl over me?

Give me the shells.

You're a goddamned walking contradiction,

you know that?

How many times you walk towards

the straight and narrow

only to get covered up

in someone else's blood?

Whose blood are you gonna end up covered

in this time?

-This time it's different.

-Is it?

He's not coming?

Piper,

I need you. But I won't lie to you.

This is going to be rough.

Are you sure about this?

My whole life has been nothing but waiting.

Waiting on tables, waiting on fools,

waiting for it just to mean something.

And now, it means something.

I'm with you until the end.

What do we do?

Nothing yet.

Sh*t.

You just keep driving them to us.

We'll do the rest.

And make sure you peel off

before the fireworks.

Troopers, fall in!

Gentlemen, these two have killed

two of our own.

I know you want to make them pay.

Therefore, when I tell you to

aim for their tires,

what I mean is

aim for their heads. Are we clear?

Yes, sir!

Very well then.

Please,

aim for their tires.

There'll be even more ahead.

Just keep driving.

I'm sorry.

Here we go.

End of the line, folks.

Step out of the vehicle

with your hands raised.

May as well give the boys a clear shot

at their tires.

What the hell is that?

Well, this is unexpected.

Everybody, clear the road!

Get out of here!

Get down.

Give me that thing!

You want us to shoot out his tires, Captain?

No goddamn way.

No ever loving way in God's good heaven

are you an FBI agent.

I need you boys to stand down.

Captain, you know what

this badge means, right?

Federal Bureau of

get-the-f***-out-of-my-way.

You boys have blundered into

an ongoing Federal case.

Now, lower your weapon.

-You.

-Hey, hey, hey! Captain!

It seems you're serving two masters.

Take out your phone and call him.

Call Jonah King.

Tell him Milton is dead.

Do as he says, Trooper.

You heard the agent.

The rest of you, stand down.

Everybody, stand down right now,

God damn it!

Why aren't they following us?

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