Planet Terror Page #2

- What happened to your arm?

Well, uh... I got bit.

Bit? Bit by what?

Well, if I told you,

you probably wouldn't believe me.

I need some Bactine or something?

Whew.

Can't you just...sew it up?

Well, normally I would.

I'd even be doing something

to stop the bleeding.

The only problem is

this one doesn't bleed.

Oh, sh*t. Check this out.

When this was still a military hospital,

this one guy came back

from lraq with this.

Whew!

Chronic herpetic lesions.

When he urinated, it came out

through all these little holes here,

kind of like a fountain.

Oh, Jesus.

Well, how'd you treat it?

F*** that. I was never in lraq.

Good for you. The sh*t they spread

around there you wouldn't believe.

I swear to God.

I've got these lraqi eyeballs

a friend of mine brought back

to do some studies on.

Incredible. They were

completely milked over.

Mustard gas--

it does that to your eyes.

Actually, I still have those in my fridge.

Bot fly, do you think?

Chronic viral ulcerative lesion.

That looks like gout.

He's running a temperature of 105.

- Is that bad?

- It's high.

Bad will be 108.

You could have a seizure,

go psychotic.

And--and probably die.

Say "ahh."

- Alhh.

- Oh! Jesus!

Oh, nice.

Black abscessed tongue.

All abscesses

should be drained, period.

What are you doing?

Shut up, Joe.

Baby...get the needles.

Be right there.

Right now.

A**hole.

It's spreading.

Holy sh*t.

- When did you say you got this bite?

- Just now.

See this?

This shows the advanced stages

of gangrene and epidermal rot.

- And this over here...

- Advanced rot?

...shows the swelling of tissues

and the lack of any type of circulation.

See, you're telling me

that you just got this bite?

- Yeah, just like a half hour ago.

- What I'm seeing here

is a deep impact wound

with several virals

and secondary bacterials,

and that, by the accumulation of

denuded tissue around the incision marks,

indicates that you've had this bite

for over 14 days.

Uh... uh, at least 14 days.

Could that be possible?

Well...what is today?

Today's Wednesday.

The 15th.

Of April.

Aw, hell. Can't I just get

a tetanus shot or something?

We gotta lose the arm, Joe.

Lose the arm?

What do you mean, lose the arm? My arm?

It's sppreading all the way

upp to your shoulder.

Now, if we don't sever that arm now,

it's gonna take over your chest,

and we can't very well

cut that off, can we?

Well, shouldn't I get a second oppinion?

Hi, Joe.

I'm going to give you

a very strong anesthetic,

so you won't feel anything

during the procedure.

These...

...are my friends.

My yellow friend...

- ...is just to take the sting off.

- Aah!

My blue friend...

you'll barely feel.

That means my yellow friend

is already taking effect.

See how fast my friends work?

And after my red-headed friend...

... you'll never see me again.

...see me again, see me again.

They all react differently.

Now what?

Dedicated to our own Jungle Julia--

in loving memoy

It's not the radiator.

Damn it.

All right.

F***in' thing.

Cheapp--whoa.

Damn light.

Ohh.

Hey. Hey!

Hey! Bastard!

Bastard!

Oh, thank God.

Oh.

Oh. Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Get outta

the f***in' road, b*tch!

Ohh! Stop!

Stop!

Please! Stop!

No! No!

What the hell was that?

People picking up road kill.

What, like an armadillo?

Deer.

You get a lot of them around here.

You know, I read a statistic that said...

that the eating of venison has risen

People eat road kill?

If you're driving out here

at 70 miles an hour

and a deer darts out

in front of you,

if you blink or brake or swerve--

sh*t, you'll just kill yourself.

So, what do you do?

Just ppick 'em off...

just like this.

Send it flying away from you.

Unacceptable.

Not really.

It's just a clear case of you or him.

Or her.

Oh, f***!

Aah! Aah!

Cherry?

I thought you said if you saw a deer,

you shouldn't f***ing swerve!

It wasn't a deer.

Cherry! Cherry! No!

Aah!

Palomita.

- Don't let her die on me, Block.

- What do we got?

Car accident. Heavy contusions

about the torso,

possible spinal trauma...

one severed limb.

Where's the leg?

Three sickos attacked her.

I shot at them.

I never miss.

They took the leg with them.

You'll have to come with us, Wray.

We need to talk about this, you know?

He has to sign her in.

Do what, now?.

Well, he's with her.

He's respponsible for her.

He can fill this out after we talk.

Let's go.

Okay.

Okay! F***!

Hey, Block.

No, you do it.

Suit yourself.

What are you doing

with a rifle, Wray?

Nothing.

Just thinking about maybe doing

some hunting when the season breaks.

Come on, Wray.

You know you're not supppposed

to be doing that stuff anymore.

Not even hunting?

Not even hunting.

And you know that.

Not with your history.

And here I stick my neck out for you.

I stick it out far.

Now you've got a gal in your wrecked truck

with a missing leg?

A missing leg that's now missing?

And here you're saying

in front of everybody

that someone up and snatched it?

And that you shot at 'em with a gun

that you never should've had

in the first pplace?

And that now they're gone?

What if I find the leg?

So, now you know where it is?

You'll tell us where it is,

give us a full confession, you're saying?

Sheriff, can we finish

this conversation somewhere else?

My thought exactly.

I know it sounds a little arrogant

puttin' upp a sign--

"Best damn barbecue in Texas..."

"Period."

But, hell...

who's gonna come in here

and argue about that?

Oh, yeah.

Big contest comin' up.

Mm.

I'm workin' on the perfect sauce.

Yeah.

That'll put me on the Food Channel.

Put this pplace back on the mapp

where it belongs.

I'll talk to you later.

Can I interest y'all in a plate of

soon-to-be-award-winnin' barbecue?

You're from Dinky's, ain't ya?

Well, you tell that sumbitch,

he thinks he's gonna come over here

and get my recippes...

well, I got a double-barreled answer

to his query right inside.

God damn, that's good.

Doctor Block!

Three fresh ones rollin' in!

Christ, you're kidding.

Automobile accident

off of Highway 18.

DOAs?

Have Andy pick 'em up.

He's already on 620

picking up another two.

F***ing Wednesday nights.

That's unsanitary, Doc.

Not if I'm the only one using it.

Helps me monitor

my state of calmness.

Yeah, don't get all worked up

enough to crack it.

F***.

You might cut yourself pretty good.

Then I'd know I was not calm.

Yeah, what do you say now, Doc?

Somebody call my wife.

DC-2?

Mm.

Yeah.

Well, what about

countering with atroppine?

Yeah.

Okay. Gotcha, gotcha.

Well, boys, I'm beat.

I gotta get home.

I'll see y'all tomorrow.

All right, then.

Thanks for the extra help, Earl.

Hey, Wray.

You in trouble again?

Just passin' through, I hope.

Well, me, too.

How's the wife, Earl?

Well, she's not too good.

Thanks for askin'.

Most of it's her own doin', you know.

Smokin' them goddamn cigarettes.

Pack a day for 40 years.

Yeah, she doesn't want anything

to do with, uh...chemo.

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