Drive Angry Page #3

Look, there's Jonah King.

Troopers, remember why we're here.

Milton.

Milton, you owe me some answers.

It's him.

Freeze!

Milton! F***!

Promotion and pay raise.

Promotion and pay raise.

Get down!

Drop it!

- No!

- You sorry mother...

F*** you! Die, you...

Oh, my God.

- Milton, what are you doing?

- I'm going after him.

Why? You wanna join me?

Bleeding's almost stopped.

It's just a graze.

Milton, those cops shot at us

with no warning.

They weren't trying to arrest us,

they were trying to kill us.

They were trying to kill you.

What, are you a murderer?

You escape from prison or something?

- Go on, what is it?

- Both.

Jesus, what have I done?

What have you f***ing got me in to?

Milton, I shot a cop!

I'm gonna go to jail!

Do you understand that? F***!

Give me one good reason

I shouldn't shoot you in the face.

I'm driving.

You know what I mean!

F***!

They took her baby.

They took her little girl.

The little girl on the news?

- The little baby everyone's looking for?

- Yes.

They killed my daughter.

They took her baby.

That baby girl is all I got.

She's the last connection to my daughter.

I am going to get her back.

Shotgun. It's already loaded.

Roll it down.

Now!

Get the other gun ready.

No, no, no. The old one.

The big one in the case, have it ready.

It's...

It's over, Milton. Stop the car.

- I can't do that!

- Really?

What makes you think you have a choice?

Because you're obnoxious, first,

and because I have something I gotta do.

Well, then you should've done it

a long time ago.

I didn't have to do it a long time ago, did I?

Oh, Milton, I will kill that pretty little

woman in the backseat to get to you.

You think you're Loki, huh?

You think you're Baron Samedi?

- I won't allow that.

- Again,

what makes you think you have a choice?

This does.

Piper, wait!

He ain't one of them

that killed your daughter, was he?

He's someone else.

Anyone not trying to kill you?

No.

What kind of f***ing gun is that?

The kind you use on guys like that.

I need to reload. You drive.

God damn it.

You. You! You can't be here.

- Rookie!

- Sarge, this old joke,

he can't stomp around the crime scene.

Captain, sorry about that.

Sarge, you'd better get this guy

out of here right now.

Cap, he's green, that's all.

Standing on evidence is what he's doing.

.45s.

- Bag them and tag them.

- Yes, sir.

Hey, Sarge. Tag these.

Why do we have

two dead Colorado troopers

within our great state of Oklahoma?

And how did these gentlemen come to be

on the wrong end of a disagreement?

The guest in this room, John Milton,

I take it he's not among the departed?

- No, sir.

- Cap, we got a live one.

I want roadblocks, Sarge.

All over the state. You know the drill.

Get me a blanket

and get a medic in here, too.

You're gonna be okay now.

We was f***ing.

He killed him while we was f***ing!

- Who did?

- No, you don't understand.

It's never happened to me before,

you know?

Has it ever happened to you?

Let's get a shrink in here, too.

Dude,

you think there's anybody in there?

I guess.

The doors are still closed.

- Jesus...

- Carpenter.

And despite what you've heard,

prefers short hair.

You almost f***ing killed me, man.

Not even close.

I won't see you again until you're 73.

You, I'll see in three months.

Hey, what does that mean?

My daughter got mixed up with King

straight out of college.

She knew him? She knew Jonah King?

She knew him, yes, yes, she did.

Her world was in a tailspin,

and King was preaching quiet revolution.

It was four months before she realized

"quiet" meant hiding

in a basement,

cutting the heads off of chickens.

Jonah King's into voodoo?

Not voodoo, satanic magic.

He was recruiting for

his own personal Armageddon.

Understandably, my daughter wanted out.

When she told him she was leaving,

he broke her leg in three places

with a tire iron.

Jesus.

She learned her lesson,

was a good little follower for 18 months,

then one night,

she got Jonah alone

and stabbed him in his face

with a pentagram pendant,

and vanished into the darkness.

Milton, your daughter was

in a cult for two years,

and you didn't even know about it?

I mean, why didn't you help her before?

I didn't find out about any of this until...

Until after I got locked up.

You're not gonna reload?

Only three bullets to begin.

Milton, that's his van.

Pull over.

Stay here.

Each little flower that opens

Each little bird that sings

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small

All things wise and wonderful

The Lord God made them all

All things bright and beautiful

All creatures great and small

Man, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Let her go and give me the child.

Or I'll blow all your heads off.

Drop it. Or we will gut her.

Your choice, sugar. But either way, we win.

We don't play, boy.

Milton, isn't it?

Why you here?

- Why you making such a fuss?

- You know why I'm here.

All I know about you is

you abandoned your daughter.

Crushed her so completely,

she told everyone you were dead.

No, Milton.

I cannot, in good faith,

hand over this child to you.

But sacrificing her under the full moon

is okay?

This child is unbelievably blessed.

Look around you. World is on fire.

People are suffering.

And they will continue to suffer

until change comes.

Yeah, go ahead and laugh, boy.

Change is gonna come.

Thanks to your lineage.

This child will open the door to a new

world order.

The charlatan murders my daughter

and then feeds me his philosophy.

Your daughter's death was an accident.

I saw the whole thing.

I saw who you are when no one's looking.

And I saw what that night cost you.

Milton,

you're embarrassing yourself.

You forced my daughter on her knees,

and she made you pay for it.

Isn't that right, Leather Jacket?

You were there.

Dickless made you swear not to tell anyone.

Yo, John.

Give me the child.

Give me the child.

I said, give me the child.

No!

Back off!

My child, it'd be pretty easy for me to

shoot you in the throat,

watch you gurgle,

while I eat my morning grapefruit.

But I don't think so, Piper. You...

You interest me.

I could take your life.

Or I could bestow my blessings upon you.

Teach you, like I taught Milton's daughter.

You remind me of her, you know?

So much spirit.

But I broke her.

And I will so enjoy

breaking you the same way.

Let's go for a ride.

Let's go!

No! No!

No! Milton! Milton!

I'll f***ing kill you!

F*** you! F*** you! Get off me!

No! No!

F***ing get off me, you motherf***er!

This is gonna be fun!

- Feisty b*tch! Feisty b*tch!

- We're going for a ride, girl.

You see this here femur bone?

That belonged to your daughter.

I keep it with me wherever I go.

F*** you! F*** you! F*** you!

F***ing let me go!

Next time,

I'll shoot you in your f***ing mouth.

Shall we proceed?

We'll bury them out back.

Now, get the f***ing shovels

out of the truck.

No, you go get the f***ing shovels.

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