Machined Reborn Page #2

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That's the way it's gonna be, huh?

You know, your boy

already killed somebody.

He's already...

He's already a murderer.

Like your new hands and feet?

Well, they ain't yours, exactly.

Your boy, he's got your hands and feet.

Sleeps with 'em.

Touch a nerve?

Curls up with 'em

like a little teddy bear.

Sorry about that.

These nanners get me every time.

Well, now that that's done...

on to the next agenda.

Now, you get ready.

We're gonna be putting on

the show of shows.

Here. This is what I'm thinking.

Motor Man's Death Show.

Nah?

I didn't think so, either.

All right, how about this?

Motor Man's Torture Show.

It's gonna be--

Oh, man.

I know how you feel.

I can smell that one, too.

Hey, guys? Jessie?

Jessie?

Wow.

The place is a f***in' dump!

Jessie?

Cade?

I'm gonna make me some popcorn for this.

Jessie?

Cade?

Ella?

Ella!

Ella! Ella!

What are you doing?

Cade, no.

Put it down.

Cade, we can figure this out.

Kinda scrawny.

You ain't nothin' like my first one.

Now, he...

He was wonderful.

You ain't wonderful.

What good is a medical license

when you do fine work like this?

How long's she been missing?

She was last seen on the 23rd.

What was she doing on the property?

She's an architect.

She was going to meet the new owners.

Somebody bought that place?

From what I understand.

I bet that drill's hot.

I bet that burns, bitchy.

I bet that burns.

He's getting better.

Mr. McBride?

Detective Clark and Murray.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Someone's here.

Why don't you go around that fence?

I'm gonna go right through here.

Who's there?

Mr. McBride?

I just got a couple of questions

I want to ask you.

This is gonna be good.

This is gonna be real good.

He's good.

This little bastard's good.

Hello?

This is Detective Murray

from the Phoenix Police Department.

Miss?

Clark?

I'm in here.

Clark!

Sh*t!

Jesus!

Where's your gun?

He...

He must've took it.

Okay, could you call for back-up?

Yeah. I'll call.

Sh*t!

What a f***in' idiot.

I know you're in there, buddy.

I won't think twice about blowing

your f***ing head off.

Sh*t!

Go for the gun.

Oh, no. Wait.

Don't go for the gun.

I told you not to go for the gun, jackass.

Jackass.

F***, f***.

Sh*t!

What the helI'd you do that for?

And the property owners are fine with it?

They're perfectly fine with this.

All right, already.

I didn't tell 'em.

You know what?

We are going out there,

and we are gonna tell them.

Can I go with?

I can go Thursday.

You're talking now?

Yeah.

So this is the place.

Well, what do we have here?

A little thin for my tastes,

but they'll do.

Look at the pooper on that one.

Looks like they're not home.

Then we'll wait for 'em.

It's not a good idea

to be wandering around here.

We should stay out here

until they get back.

Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton

Good times there are not forgotten

Look away...

Dixieland

I wish I were in Dixie

Hooray

Hooray

I'm gonna go wait in the car

until they get back.

"Bodies of the victims

"were then stored in a small room

to the north of the property."

That's right.

We were in all the papers.

We were all famous.

Wow.

Where's my car?

- Someone took my car!

- What?

- Where I left it, it's not...

- Will you relax?

Just calm down.

Maybe the owners moved it.

What?

Did you leave the keys in the ignition?

What?

What are you looking at?

- Where's Karen?

- She's off somewhere. I...

I told you there's no reception out here.

What are you looking for?

- Where are you going?

- Will you be quiet?

Okay.

What the hell was that?

Martin! Martin!

I'm leaving.

What? We can't leave without Karen.

Yeah, we can.

What?

Sh*t.

Karen?

I think he's on to us, kids.

He ain't stupid.

I'll give him that.

What are you doing?

Who are you?

What are you--

What are you doing?

Good boy.

This b*tch has got balls of stone.

There's no way you can

pull that bolt out.

Un-f***in'-believable!

F*** me.

Where the hell is she?

There she is!

What... Karen!

Can't believe this one grew some nuts.

That skinny little b*tch

turned sideways and disappeared.

There he is.

What the hell?

You know I don't like it

when I can't see you!

What the f*** you looking at?

Why don't you go the f*** over there

and do your goddamn job,

you skinny pantywaist f***-stick!

Kinda makes me wish I had the big,

lumbering retard from last time, doesn't it?

What in the hell are you doing?

You little f***in' prick...

... bastard!

That's it.

That's f***ing it.

I am so f***ing done with you.

I ain't letting go this time, b*tch.

Cade!

Cade!

We're gonna find Teresa,

and we're gonna get

the hell out of here, okay?

Where's my camera?

I'll find your camera.

We got to lock the car.

You got to remember to lock the car.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Get my camera.

Did you get my camera?

Cade.

Get away from the girl!

Get your ass away from the girl now!

Now!

Oh, I wish I was in Dixie

Hooray, hooray

I'll make my stand for Dixieland

Oh, somethin' somethin', Dixie

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