Mad Max Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1979
- 88 min
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If he wants, I'll talk to him.
I don't think he wants to talk to anyone.
He's been standing there
like a zombie all day.
Bubba Zanetti, is that you?
You come for the scooter?
She won't be ready until this afternoon.
Still having trouble with the front forks.
They're mothers to work with.
You a**hole!
What the motherfuck
do you think you're doing?
You and me are gonna talk
about the Toecutter.
Never heard of him.
I wanna know about the Toecutter.
I mind my own business, don't l?
I mean, they'd kill me if I didn't.
I'll say the names,
and you say "yes" or "no."
-Nightrider, the Toecutter, Bubba Zanetti.
-Yes.
There's more?
Johnny the Boy?
-Yeah. Some others.
-Where?
Out at the beaches, looking for fuel.
Are they coming back?
I don't know.
They got their bikes out.
I don't know anymore.
Locate black Pursuit Special.
Unauthorized use by a Main Force officer.
Quit toying, Bubba.
Easy. I know what I'm doing.
This isn't what it looks, man.
I just came down here
to check it out, and...
...this guy, he's already been snuffed.
Nothing you could do for him.
Ankle.
What are you doing, man?
Careful, my ankle! My foot!
Hey, listen, I had nothing to do
with anything going on back there, man.
Listen, man, will you? Listen to me!
They were a hell of a lot of
crazy people back there, man.
Some kind of bad people.
I'm not responsible for anything.
What are you doing, man?
What do you say? What are you doing?
Hey, listen. I'm not a bad man.
I'm sick, see? Sick.
What do you call it?
Psychopathic, you know.
Personality disorder.
The judge, man, he said so.
You're not gonna hurt me, are you?
Jesus! You can't kill me!
Not for stealing a man's boots!
He was dead, for Christ's sake!
He won't need 'em anymore.
What are you doing?
I wanna know what you're doing.
is high-tensile steel.
It'd take you ten minutes
to hack through it with this.
Now, if you're lucky...
...you could hack through your ankle
in five minutes.
You're mad, man!
You think I look silly, don't you?
Don't bring this on me, man.
Don't do this to me!
Please, sweet Jesus. I was sick!
Don't bring this on me, please!
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