Feast 3: The Happy Finish

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This is f***ing bullshit.

All right. Let's f***ing do this.

We're gonna be f***ing downstairs,

you don't f***ing stop.

You f***ing a**holes!

Hey, should we turn this off?

- Get the f*** out of here!

- F*** you.

You f***ing little goddamn

slippery midget.

Little midget. Little tiny people.

Special delivery, Tattoo.

Well, then f*** you.

F*** you, motherf***er.

Lord.

They're getting in.

I'm out of here.

It's Geronimo time.

Aah! Don't touch the dick.

Get your ass back here,

Geronimo. Come on.

We can f***ing hold him off.

Get your ass back over here.

Die!

Bleed!

Bleed!

Die!

Bleed!

Bleed it all out,

you f***ing bastard.

Bleed it all out!

Damn,

that's some Pam Grier-type sh*t.

Sh*t.

Any of you limp d*cks

wanna pitch in...

...be my guest.

Thanks for the pep talk, Hoss.

I'm out of here.

F***ing rally the troops.

Wait, wait. Wait!

F***.

Ow. Ow.

I know a lot of you don't

believe what I believe.

But you gotta believe.

We need to ask for help.

We gotta believe it's coming.

I don't know how, what shape,

what size, where,

but we gotta believe.

When we believe, we will receive.

If we don't believe,

we're already dead.

Join with me, people.

F***.

Join with me.

Shut up.

Join with me.

I'm sick and tired of that sh*t.

Stop it.

Just f***ing stop it.

Stop it!

Secrets,

we're being f***ing exterminated.

No amount of hoping,

begging or praying

is gonna f***ing fix it.

No f***ing bullshit book

of the month is gonna save us.

We're on the f***ing

chopping block here.

It's f***ing Armageddon outside.

So wake the f*** up,

you little floozy.

And all we got is jack and sh*t.

We're what's left

of what's left behind.

And nobody's f***ing

coming to save us.

Oh, f***.

Sh*t, what the f*** is that?

Israel.

I told you all.

Move your asses, dipshits.

If you ain't living on the edge,

you're taking up too much space.

Shh.

Come on. Come on. Go, go.

Come on. Get in.

What the f***?

F*** off.

Hold it right there.

Who are you people?

We're just people

trying to save our asses, hotshot.

Okay?

Been waiting

all night for the cavalry.

- You it?

- No.

They're all dead.

Ain't nobody else coming here?

I've been driving all night.

There's no Army,

no militia,

no soldiers and only bits

and pieces of Boy Scouts left.

Ain't no one of substance coming.

What the heck happened to him?

He was f***ing stupid,

that's what happened.

There are weapons here.

This ain't a place to stay.

I'm mounting an offensive.

Who's game?

Look out!

Remember me, motherf***er, huh?

Oh, sh*t.

Y'all literally

kicked the sh*t out of him.

He's a piece of sh*t.

He's been holed up in here,

wouldn't let anyone in.

Just watched them die.

You didn't say the magic word.

Where's your nephew, huh?

I haven't seen him

since the invasion.

He is out there,

where the f*** is he?

- Where is he?

- I ain't seen him.

- I ain't seen him. I swear.

- A**hole!

I swear, I ain't seen him. I swear.

What's all this offensive sh*t,

partner?

I'm taking the fight to them.

I heard all that sh*t in the war

and I gotta tell you, cowboy,

it never turned out well.

I'm talking about a good

old-fashioned street fight, old-timer.

They'll keep coming till we

figure out how to stomp them down.

Hell, we're not safe out here.

Let's get back to the cell.

Come on.

How are you gonna do that?

Stomp them out.

Well, with sweat, firepower and...

And a little something

called courage.

You people wanna wait here

and die?

Or you wanna take the fight

to these devil dogs?

Yeah.

Yeah, we should fight,

shouldn't we?

As soon as we find

the keys for that gun cabinet,

grab some guns,

throw your chambers

in your pockets.

We'll have enough "f*** you" in this

place to really hurt some feelings.

I knew you'd come.

I knew you'd save us.

Well, I'll do my best.

How are we gonna fight?

I mean, your f***ing truck, man,

it's a piece of sh*t.

Gotta be some other vehicles

nearby.

Keys?

- They're in the safe.

Shut up.

I know the combination.

- F*** you, Greg.

You take my wife,

now you want my cars?

This is my livelihood.

It's for

the greater good, so...

- Listen to the man.

- Oh, yeah.

- I do not like him.

Shut up, buddy.

He's the one.

You believe.

GREG:

Greg, roughly around the time

you fed a baby

to those things out there,

the magic between us disappeared,

okay?

We're taking a break.

How does that feel?

We break into four groups of two.

If we're separated,

they can't bunch up.

Our chances for survival

increase dramatically.

You two, Rent-a-Wreck and Jor-El,

we're alpha team.

We're drawing them out.

We form a triangle, guard each other's

backs and protect the women.

And once we've breached

that front door,

follow us out.

Stay in your groups,

head for that car lot.

You. You must make it.

Get those keys fast.

Those things will be coming.

What about me?

- You're staying, shitpants.

I'll have no more of that.

Nobody's left behind,

everybody's coming.

F*** that. He's half brain-dead.

It doesn't matter, you hear?

The rest of you hear me?

No one is left behind.

Now, share the credo.

You ever used one of these before?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on. Let me show you.

Now, you take Mr. Bullet here

and you load him

right...

Right into the chamber there.

And you cock the trigger,

all right?

Take your time when you aim.

All right, now.

You gently squeeze the trigger.

Hammer hits the pin,

there's an explosion,

and Mr. Bullet

travels down the barrel.

He pops out.

And if your aim is true...

Whew...

You gonna be able to handle that,

little lady?

Oh, I can handle it.

All right.

I like what I see.

What the f***?

It was just an accident.

It just went off.

It just went off.

Way to go.

Oh, sh*t.

Go in the cell. Go in the cell.

Get in the cell.

This way, killer.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on.

So, what the f*** do we do now?

- We gotta get the guns.

- We don't have a key.

Nobody asked me.

So who's going, then, huh?

Because I sure as sh*t ain't going.

F*** that.

- All right, go. Go.

- This is really some f***ed-up sh*t.

This is f***ed up.

You know this is f***ed up.

This is the part where the brother

usually dies. Listen.

If you hear anything, pull me back.

F***. I can't stand that b*tch.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, okay.

This is really f***ed up.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Did you hear something?

What was that?

- Wait, wait.

Pull.

- Jesus.

- Pull. Pull. Pull. Pull him in.

Oh, Jesus!

Stay down!

Stand up.

F***.

Pull!

What the f***!

- You f***ing a**hole!

GREG:

Oh, sh*t.

Sh*t.

What the f*** is that sound?

It's a goddamn monster alarm.

It's drawing them away.

They're chasing the f***ing sound.

What the f*** happened

with the guns?

- Where are the keys?

- F*** if I know.

Get this sh*t off me.

Get me out of this f***ing thing.

Get me out of this sh*t.

We gotta get out of this town.

- Hurry. Come on, come on.

Go. Go.

- Go.

- Ladies first.

Go ahead.

L... I know what you're up to.

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