Planet Terror Page #3
So...it does take its toll.
You don't smoke, do you, Wray?
No.
That's probably good.
See y'all.
You're gonna start by telling me
when you first started
carrying this gun.
And then we'll move up
to when you first set eyes
on this gal Cherry.
Okay.
Okay.
Sheriff Hague.
It's J.t, Sheriff.
J.T., how's the barbecue business?
Ever since that bastard landlord
raised the rent, it's gone to sh*t.
Well, I'm real sorry
to hear about that.
I wish there was something
I could do.
Right now I ain't callin' my brother.
I'm callin' the sheriff.
I'm listening. What's the trouble?
Well. there ain't no trouble.
Not yet. anyway.
I got two delinquents been hangin'
around here for over an hour.
They won't purchase
and they won't leave.
Oh, never mind. Here they come.
You cook that meat
at 250 degrees, don't you?
I don't remember.
I set the heat with my hand.
You give me that recipe, or I'll raise
your rent higher than a Georgia pine.
Brother. ain't no Texan's ever gonna
give you his barbecue recipe.
That's a fact.
He'll take it to his grave.
I could be bleedin' like a stuck pig.
I ain't gonna tell you.
I could be dyin' in your arms.
I ain't gonna tell you!
- Heh heh heh.
- We'll see about that.
You gonna look.
or you gonna eat?
You called for me?
I need for you to see this.
Looks like a no-brainer.
What does that mean?
No brain.
Scoopped clean out of her skull.
Oh, oh, oh!
I know what this is.
Don't tell me.
Uh... Iiquefactive necrosis.
You think?
Oh, sure, yeah.
Thank you. That'll be all.
Oh...
Did you know she was back in town?
No.
I didn't.
What happened to her?
I don't know, baby.
I thought you stopped
seeing each other.
We have.
Well, yes, you have now--
she's f***ing dead.
I mean, we--
we stopped before.
I--
I haven't talked to her in a while.
But you've written each other.
Here and there.
But not--
What are you doing?!
Let me see your last three messages.
- You have no right.
- I don't?
I don't have a right?
Show it to me.
Show it to me.
No.
Aah!
Now, that's just to take the sting off.
Show it to me.
No, please.
- Show... it...to... me!
- Aaahh! Aah! Aah!
Now let's see how fast
your friends work.
That's pretty fast.
Oh, what do I know, my love?
Exactly.
That you're a cheating, lying...
sack.
I didn't want to hurt you.
But you did.
Bill...
you're insane.
And I was afraid...
of what you might do to me,
to our son.
I'm the mother of your son.
Aah!
And after this one...
I'll never see you again.
Doc.
What?
You gotta see this.
I'll be right there.
Where the hell are the bodies?
That's what we wanted to show you.
They're gone.
They didn't just get upp
and walk out, did they?
Mmm-hmm
Shut the f*** up!
Somebody take care of this perp for me
before I f***ing kill him!
What the hell's going on?
Alh, he was causin' a ruckus
over at Skipp's place, so I cuffed him,
and the son of a b*tch
Quit your hollerin' and get yourself
a goddamn Band-Aid.
I'm not exaggerating,
using colorful speech, Sheriff.
He bit my finger clean off!
F***ing sh*t!
Get out there and book him,
'cause I'll f***in' kill him
if I have to do it.
Carlos, go get him.
Wray, you stay put.
Are you sure he's in there?
He was.
Motherf***er.
He's gone.
Broke out the window.
Where's my finger?
Found your ring.
Could it be the same guy
as your leg-snatcher?
I didn't get
a good look at mine.
That him over there?
Whoa! Whoa!
Aah!
Wray?
F***.
You motherf***er!
Uhh!
- No, don't touch him!
- Why not?
He's infected.
With what?
Everything.
Wray!
Dropp the f***in' gun.
Where the f***
do you think you're going?!
I'm gonna go get Cherry!
Fine. But we're taking my car.
I'm riding with you.
Don't make any sudden moves.
Viral infections.
They came pouring in.
Some are rapidly developing
coliform lesions.
Highly contagious.
What do you think?
Self-preservation comes to mind.
Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here.
First let me get my wife.
I love you, sweetie.
There you go, bunny rabbit.
Come on, come on.
Open up, now.
I want you to be around for a while,
you understand?
We don't want you checkin' out
right this--
God...damn.
Ramona.
You been fartin' like a goddamn
pack mule since I met--
God damn!
I hate to do this to you Earl.
but we need evey man on the job!
The sh*t has hit the fan!
Bring some guns...and ammo!
Meet me at my brother's!
I gotcha. I'll be there.
Gotta eat quick, sweetie.
Come on.
Ramona.
Ramona.
Aah!
Uhh!
Aaaah!
Oh, my God.
What the hell is goin' on?
Are you gonna give me a gun?
Are you f***ing kidding me?
F***.
Oh! F*** me!
God damn it!
Let's sort this sh*t out, boys!
Dumbass.
Yeah.
Not today! Not today!
F***ing Wednesday nights!
Aaah!
Uhh!
Palomita?
Get up. We're leaving.
I can't walk.
So what? Get up!
- Get--
- Aah!
Uhh!
Motherf***er.
Look at me!
Look at me!
I was gonna be a standup comedian.
But who's gonna laugh now?
Some of their best jokes
are about cripples.
Let's go.
It's not funny. It's ppathetic.
Would you stop cryin' over f***in'...
spilled milk?
I have no leg!
Now you do.
What do you think?
Yeah? You never wanted that before.
Why start now?
Alh-ah!
Uhh!
Alhh!
Uhh!
This is f***ing ridiculous.
The sheriff must've
taken the others to J.T's.
Get in.
God damn it, wait for me.
My leg's stuck in the door!
- It's just wood.
- It's splintering.
Will you just leave it alone?
Why is this happening to me?
I don't know. Just--
just do me a favor right now and just...
stay strong.
"Stay"?
Yeah, baby. Stay.
Okay, my name is Electra.
F***ing listen.
My name is Electra.
Her name is Electra, too.
It's furry.
No.
He's a furry one.
She goes by Lia, I go by El.
El from "Electra", Ame from "Amelia".
Does that make
any f***ing sense in your head?
You can call me whatever the f***
you want--I don't give a sh*t.
Oye. chica.
- You said 10:
00!- I'm sorry.
We can't be watching your kid
all goddamn night!
and we got sh*t to do!
That's right.
Then start doing it.
Oh!
Uhh!
Tony! We're leaving!
Wait, my tarantula.
Bring it. Let's go.
And my turtle.
And my scorppion.
We're not all octopuses.
We can't carry everything.
"Octopi."
Ohh...come on, let's go.
Tony, what did I tell you?
You can't bring them all.
Didn't I tell you that?
It's okay. They can live
in the same tank.
It's in the trunk.
Aah!
Where do you think you're going,
you f***ing b*tch?!
We're gonna f***in' kill you!
Are you sure you want to do this?
Everybody grab a badge and a gun.
You're all deputies
as of this moment foitward.
Except for you, Wray.
Yo.
What do we got?
Something's wrong up there.
J.T. always comes out and greets.
Let's go.
Try not to shoot yourselves.
Don't shoot each other.
But especially...
don't shoot me.
J.T.?
Go on! Get off him, Rusty!
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