Peelers Page #3

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This cannot be happening.

- Frankie, hey, hey, hey.

Look at me, okay?

Look at me.

Remember what I

taught you, okay?

You're in control.

Always.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come here, come here.

Sit down.

Try to breathe, now.

Take a deep breath.

Keep doing that.

Hey, Blondie.

A little help here.

- Something's not right.

- He's dead, Logan.

- Are you sure?

- Satisfied?

Look, why don't you make

yourself useful, okay,

and move some of these

bodies out of the way.

You start with him.

- Yeah, I don't think so.

- F***in' dumbass.

- What the f*** is

going out there, blue?

- Put some clothes

on, we're leaving.

- What, why?

- Hey, blue.

- Hey, momma bear.

- What going on.

- I need you to get

ready, we're leaving.

- Why won't you let me sleep

through the last night?

- What the hell is going

on out there, blue?

Where's junior?

Um, hello, are you

listening to me?

- Elaine!

Go, go!

Just shoot!

- It's f***ing jammed!

- Remove the safety!

- Is she dead?

- Let's go.

- Sh*t.

Come on, back up generator.

- Remy!

- Sh*t!

- Just can't stay out

of trouble, can you?

- I told you so, that crazy

motherf***er wasn't dead.

I don't get it.

These guys are bulletproof.

And their f***ing

blood, it's black.

What are they?

What's up with you?

Jesus Christ!

- Remy!

- It's not as bad as it looks.

- No, dude, that looks

pretty f***ing bad.

- Now, we can get you and

the girls out of here.

Where's baby?

- She didn't make it.

- What?

- F***.

- No.

- It was one of these miners.

- Where is he now?

- The dressing room.

I took care of him.

- Okay, so, that's

all four of 'em.

- Wait, where's Tony?

- Sh*t!

Kitchen.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you goin'?

- You're not going anywhere.

- Well, take the girls with you.

The farther away from

these things the better.

- Hey, what about me?

- I said take the girls.

- You're f***ing hilarious.

- How's that knife feeling?

- Jean.

Find farmer John.

Tell him to bring in

the middle reliever.

- Now, help me

with this f***ing knife.

- What?

- The baby.

- Now?

- Okay.

So far we're being attacked

by this group of infected...

- They're f***ing psychopathic,

cocksucking killers.

That helped.

- Why won't these

guys stay down?

- What do you mean,

won't stay down?

I saw you bash that guy's

head in with your bat.

- Yeah, but, the others.

Wait a sec.

- Just pull it out,

fast, as fast as you can.

- Jesus, Remy, that's f***ed.

- Kid.

Just get it done.

Count of three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Look, I understand.

Aw, motherf***er!

- You owe me one.

- What I owe you

is a b*tch slap.

- Hey, if you want, I can

put the knife back in.

- Oh, what I want, is for

you to stop f***ing up.

For Jean's sake.

- What the f*** are

you talking about?

- Stealing a car,

carrying a gun.

- Look, get the f*** off my ass.

And blue Jean's too.

- Oh, for f***'s sake.

- Stay close.

- Carla!

- Tony?

- Blue Jean!

- Hey, Tony.

Frankie!

- What?

- I think I have a

name for your baby.

- What?

- Winnie.

- Why

won't

you

f***ing

die?

- The head!

- What?

- The head, shoot

'em in the head.

- Adios, motherf***er.

F***.

- Come on!

Head, dumbass.

- He was holding my hand!

- That was a bit

quick, you just met.

- F*** off.

- Now, stay...

- Jesus Christ!

You cocksuckers gave

licorice a contraction.

Almost gave me one, too.

- Yeah, we're okay,

thanks for asking.

- What's that smell?

- Jesus, Frankie!

- Oh, man.

- He was infected too.

We had to stop him.

- The head, that's

how you stop 'em.

- Yeah, so, let's finish this.

- Wow.

Um.

What, exactly did farmer

John hunt with this?

- I don't wanna know.

- Cool.

- The hell am I supposed

to do with this?

- I'll take the lead.

Logan, you follow with licorice.

Frankie, cover him.

Gina, take the rear.

Plan is to get the

hell out of dodge

before any of these

f***ers get up.

If they do, aim for the head.

Don't touch 'em, don't

let 'em touch you.

Frankie, you know how

to use that thing?

- I think so.

- No!

- Well, there goes

our head theory.

F***!

Sh*t.

The f*** did they go?

Why won't these

guys f***in' die?

- Holy sh*t.

I think I got it.

- What?

- These things, they're infected

by some sort of bad oil.

We can use that

to our advantage.

- Use what to our advantage?

- What do they say

about oil and water?

- They don't mix.

- Exactly.

- Yeah, but the human body is

made up of 60 to 70% water.

By mass alone,

each human cell consists of

somewhere between 65 to 90% h2o.

College.

Biology is my major.

- Yeah, I used to think

you went to class.

- So, how is more water

going to stop them?

It doesn't make sense.

Okay, it makes sense.

- Remy, grab a pot.

What the hell?

What time is it?

- Dead after midnight.

- F***!

- Sh*t.

- The f***ing prick could

wait until we actually closed.

- They won't stay on for long.

- Guys, we need to

get out of here now.

- We need another water source.

- Beer.

It's over 95% water.

Every 12 ounce bottle

has 11.4 ounces of water.

Bartending school.

Alcohol is my major.

- Farmer John's secret stash.

- Thank you, farmer John.

- Those things out there,

these oily f***ers,

they're contagious.

We've seen it with Tony.

We can't let 'em leave.

We have to kill them.

You guys get that, right?

Logan.

It's not safe for

licorice out there.

If any of those

f***ers get by us,

you've got plenty

to hit 'em with.

Stay strong for Winnie.

- Blue Jean.

- Don't worry, its just

the seventh inning stretch.

Hold this 'til I get back, okay?

- Time to go.

- Remy.

Take care of my mom, okay?

- You got it kid.

Here.

I believe this belongs to you.

Sharpshooter.

- Wow.

Our little boy's all grown up.

It's hot.

If I wasn't about to burst,

I'd f*** you right now.

- I'll go in first, slow

the motherf***er down.

And then it's all you.

- You ready?

- Sh*t, no back

up lights in here.

Jean, open the door.

F***!

- Remy!

- F***!

Jesus

Christ!

Let's get the f*** out of here.

- She'll be back.

- I know.

- She wears it all the time.

- It's not me, I'm.

It's my dad, Lucas.

Blue Jean never told you?

- I just assumed blue

Jean got knocked up

and your dad took off.

- Blue Jean and

my dad met, like,

10 years after my mom died.

- Where's your dad?

- He's dead.

- Oh, Jesus, Logan,

I'm so sorry.

- It's the price

for being a cop.

- Was that your dad's?

- Actually, it's blue Jean's.

- What?

- That's how they

met, on the job.

- Blue Jean was a cop?

- Let's just say,

if it was a fight, I wouldn't

want to be the other guy.

- Let's go for beer only.

None of the hard

stuff is gonna...

- Remy, stay down!

No, don't do it,

there's too much blood.

- Did you like the flowers?

- Yeah, they're beautiful.

- Bullshit.

F***.

You're always such a guy,

and I love you for that.

But, can't you be a girl

just once in a while.

Bottom of the ninth, two outs.

Time to bring in

the closer, Jean.

Now, be a good girl, and

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