Night of the Living Dead 3D: Re-Animation Page #2

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I heard he took meths.

OD'd.

Well, they all get the same

respect once they get to us.

Go ahead and work on

the bicep a little bit more.

I know how to break with her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well wait. Gerald didn't tell

me where you went to school.

Junior still wants to

say a goodbye to me.

Junior?

I don't even

know why I plan this.

I was told it sucks.

You mean late nights, fresh calls?

No! I love working alone.

Late at night.

For the rest of the time,

during the day with people.

Hey, Dye ...

Oh, whoa. I am sorry.

I thought you were DyeAnne.

- No it's okay. I'm Cristie.

- This is Cristie Forrest.

The new assistant Funeral Director.

You make it sound so

formal. I just starting.

That's nice to meet you.

Have you seen Gerald around?

I know where he is.

- Ah so, later DyeAnne.

- I'll text you.

Nice to meet you, Cristie.

- Aunt Lou?

- The prodigal brother returns.

Gerald.

Harold.

- Guess I'm supposed to be surprised.

- Wow.

You look different.

Did you lose some weight?

Well, I guess I'll leave

you two boys alone.

Especially you got a

lot of catching up to do.

Nice to see you again, Aunt Louise.

So ...

You kept locking the crematorium now?

We got some issues in there.

Guess we need to talk.

Can I just add that, Gerta, it seems God

poured his bucket of rich natural resources

down here on the heartland so that ....

and in the hands of the great down to

earth patriots who value hard work

- What's on the tube, Lou?

- Oh, about Sister Sara.

Sister Sara? Really?

that has been forgotten on our own

doorstep here. As we all know on ...

- Did you talk to DyeAnne yet?

- Not yet, Junior. You know I will.

Can you turn that up?

She is tremendous.

...patriotic Americans. Well Gerta, I of

course, infuriate those who would say

that because the former

Vice President lacks a pulse in there

that makes him as the main stream

media is so very fond of saying

one of the walking dead

or a zombie, also.

Do you smell it?

- Smell what?

- The whiff of cook.

Just got a little stronger in here.

- Aunt Lou, do you understand that woman?

- T bonics.

Okay, fine. You can laugh all you want.

Mark my words, that woman

is the face of the new movement.

Become a teabagger, have you?

You do know what

"teabagging" is, don't you?

That is an inappropriate term.

Now Gerald ...

Well, guess everyone loves

their own kind of misery.

America!

... here to tell 'em

we're no longer listening.

This is what happens when the

Constitution starts shaking her fist.

No one comes around here.

It's off limits.

He never touched this one!

What?

He ain't touched this sh*t.

He hasn't touched this since he died.

No. I come in here every now

and then just to be by myself.

Is it still in there?

Daddy's broom handle?

- That brings back some memories.

- Daddy let you play with it, biddy?

- Yeah.

- Now, now Harold.

This is not a toy.

This is worse than money.

I remember this too.

Dad's old mini-fridge.

Well, I don't think there's

anything in there you want.

Huh. You want to wet

my whistle. I'm not picky.

I'm just not buying.

- What have we found?

- Go ahead and take it.

It's not diet.

You're right. It's not.

It's kind of ... but it's still good.

You got that dull useless

look about you, Harold.

Look, it's nice to see

you again too, Gerald.

What brings you back? You're tired of

treating the doggies and the kitty cats?

No.

No, I ...

I closed the veterinary clinic.

Oh?

I had to.

I need money, Gerald.

Okay, Harold.

No. No, no ...

Real money.

Well, little brother.

You got all your money in tin foil

if you think I got any money.

No look, Gerald.

You inherited the mortuary, the house,

the real estate that it's sitting on

not to mention the farmhouse.

I need money.

And I will challenge

the will, if I have to.

You gonna start that

sh*t again, are you?

I haven't seen you in ten

years and you come in here ...

You didn't even come to daddy's funeral.

I was in a bad place.

What makes you think I'd give a half Tovar

like you any money, even if I had any?

Damn it, Harold.

I'm sorry.

Listen, you caught

me at a real bad time.

We're still brothers and all.

Nothing's changed there.

Why don't you let

me make it up to you.

Come on down to the old place tonight,

I'll fix you supper. We'll talk about it.

You fix me supper?

Unless you'd rather fish something

out of that old mini-fridge.

That's a close one.

That settles it then.

Be back here at 7 tonight.

We'll drive out together.

Alright, brother.

Alright.

Okay if I come in for a second?

Well, you're kind of already in,

Russ. What's on your mind?

The door. It was only open for

five minutes. I swear to God.

I believe you, Russ.

Listen, I got a lot

on my mind lately.

Oven room's broken,

just hired a new girl.

Work's backing up.

You might have noticed

a little odour creeping out.

Yeah.

Well, let's just keep that between

you and me for now. You with me?

Sure, ... but the

crematorium ...

Doesn't this work at all?

Well, let's just say the fire

doesn't work for me, Russ.

- Okay.

- Say Russell?

You got a brother, works over

at the Henry Cooper place, right?

Oh yeah. That's my

twin brother, Owen.

He's kind of a slacker.

He has like a ponytail.

It's gross.

Alright. Well.

Why don't you go on

and wash the cabbie.

- And say Russ!

- Yeah?

Don't forget your keys.

And stay out of that oven room

until further notice, you got me?

I got it.

You got everything laid out.

Disinfected?

Yes, Mr Tovar.

Smell like menthol.

My special cologne just for you.

It is always nice to look at the face of

somebody God took a little extra time on.

Too bad this ain't one of them.

Alright, let's get down to it.

You got all your tools here. You got

your mouth formers in a box over there.

That's your eye caps.

Now if you run out or you can't

get the eyes to close just right

use superglue. All trick to the trade.

- I did not know that.

Closing mouth, I don't have

one of them fancy injector guns,

just good old fashion

needle and string.

I actually have my own injector gun.

Well, that's fine, if

you know how to use it.

And by the looks of it, you do.

Ahh, trocar.

My daddy calls it

the embalmer's spear.

You always want to be careful

when inserting a trocar,

especially if the departed

appears to be gassy.

That's one more reason

we wear our face shields.

Oh yeah.

I have something to attend to.

- DyeAnne you help Cristie.

Cristie, you go and set the features.

I'll be right back.

Come on!

- Dad's T87?

- Yup.

- Get in.

- What did you do?

What didn't I do?

That's daddy.

Take your time.

I'll be in the house.

- You remember where the dining room is?

- Yeah.

Hello?

Hey, Mr Tovar.

Okay.

Okay.

Yes, we understand.

Sh*t!

What?

Is that Gerald?

Junior.

Got tied up. Wants us to go

ahead and embalm the body.

We'll check your work later.

I'm supposed to be your assistant.

- Hello, ladies.

- Hello.

I think I knew this dude.

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