Maximum Overdrive Page #3

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You can't! We made you! Do you hear?

Where's your sense of loyalty?|You things!

We made you! We made you!

Made you! We made you!

Wanda!|- We made them!

Wanda!|- We made them!

Not the dark. Please God, don't...

I'm scared. Please|don't let us be in the dark!

Man, stop with them damn spoons.

Safer than the juke box.

I like spoons.

Man, this is one piece of sh*t.

Sh*t!

Damn trucks ain't never|gonna let us outta here.

I believe it.

Place your bets.|- I don't usually play for peanuts.

Come on.

I gotta eat.|- Deal, woman.

Hit me.

There's lot less of them.

Yeah.

Looks like they're running dry.

Think they're pushin' them in back.

Maybe tomorrow|it'll be our world again.

I don't know.

Was it ever?

I hate those f***in' trucks.

I never did like trucks anyway.

Holy sh*t!

What was that?

God, that's that Bibles'|salesman I rode in with.

There's some guy out there?

Sweet Jesus, help me!

Help me!

Let's go get him!|- No, you don't!

You let some of those other big|strong men go out and get him.

I didn't sign on here to be no hero.

Yeah!

Wait a second! Wait a second! Wait up!

Just like the old joke, you can't|get there from here.

We gonna stand around|and listen to him do that?

Y'know, I think there|might be a way to get to him.

Now, the shower drain runs into|the ditch where the guy is.

Will we fit?

One way to find out.|- You boys are crazy.

Curt? Curtis! Curtis!

What are you doin'?

I'll be right back.|- You ain't goin'!

There's a man layin'|hurt out there, honey.

There's gonna be a man hurt layin' here|if you don't quit this foolishness.

If it was your man out there, you'd|want someone to go, wouldn't you?

Well, it ain't. You're not goin'.

I'm goin'!

Don't make me a widow|on my wedding day, Curtis.

Okay.

Just scoot right across.

Pick up your feet and try not to...|- I can handle it.

You boys are just as crazy as a couple|of rats in a plugged-up shithouse!

You are without a doubt one of the|biggest f*** heads I ever met.

Wish me luck.|- Yeah.

You ready? Let's do it.

Good thing that one was outta gas.

What makes you so sure that it was?

I don't think we need to|worry about that right now.

Okay.

Oh man, are you ready? One, two, three.

Bombs away!

Think it'll hold?|- F***ed if I know.

You okay?|- Yeah.

Okay. You wanna grab that bag?|- Thanks.

Oh, Jesus. This sucker weighs a...

Oh, boy!

Great smell, huh?

You okay?|- Yeah.

I wonder how many|people have peed in this.

Are you okay?|- Yeah, I'm okay.

How's it taste?

Sh*t! I'm sending' you a friend.|- Sh*t!

Get outta here!

Mister?

Help me!|- How?

Pull me! Pull me!|- I can't! You're too heavy!

Get me out of this ditch...

...or by Jesus I'll kill you!

Sh*t! What a great time! I wish I could|do that every day. What a blast!

Bill! Bill!

Bill, help me!|- Jesus! That's Deke!

Help me!

Come on!|- Please, help me!

Stop pulling me.

He's dead!|- No he isn't!

He's dead!

He's dead! He's dead!

Let's go. Come on, dammit!

Bill, you okay, bud?

Yeah, I'm okay. Will|you your ass, for chrissake?

Okay.

Let's go.|- Bill?

Bill, is my dad okay?

Come on.

Let's go partner.

I think that truck got 'em.|That's what I think.

I think they're dead.

No, they're all right.

Then, where are they?|- There they are! They just came up!

That ain't no salesman.|That's Duncan's kid.

Go, go!

Way to go, Billy!|- Hello, boy.

You ain't gonna be satisfied until you|get 'em right in here with us.

Cigar, Joey.

Mr. Hendershot, did you|see he nailed that big one?

Bill, are you okay?|- Yeah.

How'd you find the kid?

Bill, where's my dad?

Duncan got scrubbed by|on of them big boys out there.

Touch break, kid.|- You unbelievable shithead!

Is it true?

Is it true?

Yeah, it's true.

No!

No, no. Hang on, now.

Hang on, Deke.|- Mr. Hendershot.

Just a little lesson from|the road twitch.

Hold on, Deke.

Bill?

Bill!

Bill, wake up!|There's something out there.

There's something out there.|You gotta see this.

Come on! Wake up!

It's right up here.

What the f*** is goin' on here?

Now what?

Holy God!

Alright!

Alright, God dammit!

You want a war?

You got one.

Man, I wouldn't do that.|- Shut up, Bubba.

Sh*t! Get down!

How do you like that, chickenshit?

Jesus Christ!

It stopped, man.

You sons-of-b*tches!

Wanda, no!|- You sons-of-b*tches!

Don't go.|- We made you!

Don't you understand?|You can't do this!

We made you!

Wanda, Wanda! That's|Wanda June out there, dammit!

Deke!

Deke, goddammit, you're|gonna get killed. Stay down.

It's right there. If it wants|to waste us, it will.

Now what is it doing?

It's morse.

Bullshit!

No, really. I should know. I got a|merit badge in it this spring.

Well, what's it sayin', kid?

Give me a pen.|I can't keep up with it.

Incredible, they want us to feed them.

Feed 'em?

F*** 'em. Let 'em starve!|Half of them's outta gas already.

Let 'em starve, it won't take long.

We can't fill 'em anyway.|We ain't got no power.

Sh*t!

I'll be damned. I'm|gonna turn on the pumps.

Hope none of them left home|without their American Express cards.

Bill, wait!

Wait!

It's not a good idea. It's like Neville|Chamberlain giving in to the Nazis.

Come here.

Okay.

Now, you see that one, right?|- Yes I do.

Okay. Now look,|here's the way I figure it.

The big guys,|they're heavy weights, okay?

They crash in here, they won't break|the floor and open the cellar.

But that one, that bastard ain't|no reason why he couldn't...

...call in a truck full of napalm and|hose this place down.

Just take care of yourself, okay?

What are they gonna do?|Run me down?

Sh*t, that'd be like a junkie tryin' to|run down his connection.

Alright, you bastard!

Tell all your friends the main|line's open.

Got the best sh*t on the|east coast, practically uncut.

You got that, f*** face?

This could be a very long day.

Served, guy.

Shut up, already! You ain't|don' so bad here! Here!

There! Suck on that!

I'll take over.

Thanks.

I hope they choke on it.

Sorry, guys.

It was fun while it|lasted, but we're all out.

What?

What do you want?

What?

What's it doin'?|- I don't know.

Billy, come on, I'll take over here.

He's all done.

They don't understand.

What's that, Billy?

How it is to get tired.|How a man gets tired.

Why should they? Come on.

If you need any help, call me.|- I will. Come on, man.

We've been puttin'|stuff down in the cellar.

Now the kid said there's|a big sewer pipe down there.

He couldn't get in because of|the wire and sh*t.

But we can use it to get outta here.

Looks like the coffee break's over.

His master's voice.

Go on in and lay down now.|- All right.

It isn't the comet, you know?

It's the broom.|- What?

Brooms.

Imagine you're a race of aliens, right?

And you're looking|for a new place to live.

You're lookin' for a planet like we|look for a new place to live.

A new house or something...

So here's Earth.

Only it's like this big old house...

...and it's polluted...

...dirty and smoky.

Grease on the walls,|soot in the chimney...

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