Maximum Overdrive Page #2

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I gotta find my boy.

I gotta!

Anything could be goin' on there.

Christ sakes!

You leave without punchin' out...

...and you ain't never gonna|have to punch in again, Bubba.

Good!

You leave me along, fat f***!

No, leave him alone!

Or what?

Or I'll knock your teeth in, Bubba.

Duncan, look out!

Oh God!

It'll give you|protection in time of danger.

It'll give you health in time of|sickness and fondness leviticus.

It just...

Oh, sucker!

Son-of-a-b*tch! Out my way, b*tch!

F***er!

I'm gonna tear 'em up, boy!

Where the hell are you goin',|drunk son-of-a-b*tch?

Get back inside, you idiot!

God dammit, you snot bag!|Come on out!

Come on! Get outta here!|- Let me go!

You wanna rock and roll with me?

Bastard!

Right here, you, prick!

You overgrown! Scum ball! By God!

Get outta the way, you crappy a**hole!

This is Bubba Hendershot at Dixie Boy.|Anybody read me out there?

Come on in, Rusty!

No one. No one in the cab|of that mother f***er at all.

Horse pucky!|- What we gonna do now?

I don't know.|- This is Bubba Hendershot...

...at the Dixie Boy! God dammit,|Rusty, come on in, boy!

Spread it on the ground next to him.

Hurry up, man!

Jesus, he's starting to draw flies.

What the hell are you doing in there?

Changing.

That salesman had his hands|all over me and he's dead now.

I don't like the smell of him on me.|I don't like it.

Jesus!

For chrissake, don't just stay there.|He's dripping all over my floor.

Get him outta here!|- Come on, man. Come on.

What the hell are you|guys looking at?

Nothing.|- That's right. Nothing.

Well then, go look|at it somewhere else.

Okay.

Goddamn things got no right to|be running through this depot.

Where are they going, Curtis?

I don't know.

Greensboro, maybe. Maybe Charlotte.

Why?

Don't know.

Try the radio again.

I think I've just loaded my pants.

Curt.

Curtis, it's coming after us!

My God, Curtis. It's gonna bump us!

Mom, please talk to me!

Hang on!

Curtis, I knew I never should|let you drive again.

Curtis, make him stop following us!

Curtis, what is going on?|- I don't know!

But I know, we call the|police from the truck stop up there.

My God!

When we get to that truck stop|everything will be all right. Oh, yes.

What are you doing?

Do you see that gap?

The next time it comes around|I'm gonna shoot right through it.

No, you don't!|They'll gang up and squash us!

I can do it!

All so we can be inside|where they are?

What do you think is gonna|happen to us if we stay out here?

I'm scared.

Me, too.

Billy! Come here|and look at these fools.

Now what?|- They're dead.

Yeah, maybe not.|- Don't go out there, man.

Don't, Joe!|- Eat this.

Hang on tight!

Curtis, I'm upside down. I'm stuck.

Where are you going?|Will you get me out of here?

I'm caught in this goddamn seatbelt.

I told you not to use the seat|belts. I told you a thousand time.

I said, watch out!|Curtis, will you help me?

Watch that thing, will you? That thing|looks sharp!

He's not my Curtis.|Where is my Curtis? Sh*t!

Goddamn, a**hole! Curtis,|will you help me?

Help me!

Alright, Bubba!|Stick this one up your own cheek!

F***in' truck's gotta be dee-po'ed.|That one's deep po'ed for sure.

Reload me, Joey.|Come on, reload me, boy.

And I want that sh*t, Bubba!

Come on! Run!

Honey, you're bleeding|like a stuck pig.

Where'd you get all that stuff?

We got a bunch of that stuff down.|- Shut up, Joey.

Found it in my Christmas|stocking, Bubba.

Get inside. Come on, let's get inside.

How are the love birds?

Heart rates are|slowin' down a bit, I think.

That's good.

Mother's helper?

A girl hitchin' her way down|to Florida needs some protection.

That's what you're doing'?|- Yeah.

I was doing it before the machines|went into maximun overdrive.

I'm scared.

If I put my arm around you...

...would you stick me with that thing?

You don't stick a|person with a strap razor.

It's more like...

And I wouldn't...

Okay?

Holy cow!

Joey?|- Yeah?

Get up here.

It's over, man.

Does he really got a lotta|fire power down in the cellar?

You heard him tell me|to shut up, didn't you?

Come on, Joey, this is serious.

He's got a lot.

Grenades?

Well.

What else? Flame|throwers, rifles, what?

You're gonna get us in an|awful lot of trouble, man.

In case you didn't realize it, boy,|we're already in trouble.

Talk to me, Joey.

Everything. He's got everything.

Now, go and leave me alone, Billy!

Holy sh*t!

You think he stole all this?

No, I think he bought it,|cheap like a guy like him does.

Buys things cheap?

Buy cheap and sell dear.|It's the American way.

Jesus Christ!|This is cute, isn't it?

You find any money on him, Bubba?

I don't now what to make of this, boy.|You're bright, I know you are.

You keep on bein' obtuse.

We don't wanna steal anything.|We just wanna get outta here alive.

You messin' again, Bubba,|who ain't oughta be messin'.

Sometimes even college|boys don't learn their lesson...

...until they had their|chops busted a few times, do they?

You know what's goin' on|outside or are you blind?

You tell the little road twit|about your illustrious career?

He's a blood-thirsty criminal, alright.|Regular John Dillinger.

Goddamn you!

Couple o' charlotte cops caught him|in this little bitty grocery store.

With a sack o' money in his hand,|thumb up his ass, big grin on his face.

You wanna get outta here, boy.|One call, I get you outta here!

Oh yeah? Who you gonna call?|The North Carolina state police?

Now listen. I won't play any|goddamn games with you, Hendershot.

I just wanna get the hell outta here.

I'm warnin' you, boy.|- No, man, I'm warnin' you!

This thin's over,|your ass is grass, boy.

Do you hear me?

Joey!

Goddamn you, Joey! I told|you to keep an eye on the keys!

I owed a guy some money.

I was about twenty at the time.

Not real bright about most things.

It's all right.|- No, it's not.

What gets to me is his stupidity.

Cops put that spotlight on me|and I just froze like a rabbit.

It's all right.

I'll tell you one thing.|- What's that?

You sure make love like a hero.

Look at that light.

Do you know what I think?

What?|- I think it's the comet.

We've been in its tail for|almost twelve hours.

And if it is that comet that's making|everything go crazy...

...then all we gotta do is|stay alive for the next seven days.

No problem.

I got an idea.

Can you sail?

A little. Hobie cats|and things like that.

Good deal. I used to crew big ones.

Sailboats, no motors.

No motors?

Where would we go?

I'm thinkin' about this|place called Haven.

It's an island about|six miles off the coast.

And there aren't any motor vehicles|allowed on the place. None whatsoever.

None?

You know...

...you are not only a hero...

...you are a genius.

The whole goddamn|world's goin' to hell.

They can't! We made them!

Look, honey. You've gonna hurt|yourself. Come on, sweet thing.

Don't you 'sweet thing' me!|- Now, Wanda June, baby, just let...

They can't! We made them!

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