Planet Terror Page #4

God damn, J.T.

Yah!

Barbecue?

A**hole.

Damn good sausage link, J.T.

Best in Texas.

Must've passed out

after I killed those things.

Nice shootin'.

Everybody gather up supplies.

We head out in 20!

I think I nailed it.

Holy sh*t, I think I finally cracked it.

I finally found my--

my award-winning barbecue sauce!

Your blood's in it.

God damn it, he's right.

Hey, my other tooth fell out.

Heh.

It sure did.

Hey, your tooth fell out, too.

We're toothless buddies.

Oh, we sure are.

I want you to open that for Mommy.

Now, take the gun.

Careful.

And if anyone comes to the door

that isn't me,

I want you to shoot them, okay?

I'm not kidding, Tony.

You shoot them...

just like your video games.

You shoot them in the head.

What if it's Dad?

Especially if it's your dad.

And be careful

where you point that thing.

You'll blow your own face off.

I'll be right back.

I love you.

Tony!

Aah!

Hello, baby.

Ohh!

I'm gonna eat your brains...

and gain your knowledge.

Stay away!

Look what you did to our son!

Stay away!

God damn it, I told you

I didn't want to see you again.

Daddy!

Get your sorry ass in here!

Aah!

If it's escape vehicles you want,

escape vehicles I got.

Right this way.

Watch that meat.

Meet my wife.

Jesse James Custom Dominator.

I made Jesse a pplate of barbecue

so goddamn good,

he made this baby for me

free of f***in' charge. Heh heh heh.

Got anything that could

transpport more peopple?

Where's the top?

This baby's chopped permanent.

Ain't got no roll bar, chicken wire,

none of that sh*t.

- No protection.

- But she's fast.

Nitrous-injected,

Who are you?

I mean, really.

Wray's Wreckage.

That's what it says on your truck.

Are you a wrecker, Wray?

I'm nobody.

It's the easiest thing to remember.

So remember it.

Just stack 'em

on top of the counter.

Hey, you want some barbecue?

Heh heh heh. Best in Texas.

Aw, no, thanks.

What's the matter,

you don't eat meat?

Oh, I eat meat.

I also eat lots of sh*t.

You see this?

What's that?

Sh*t-eating grin.

You ought to be a comedian.

What do you think of the leg?

Oh, that's funny.

How's your stump?

They knocked it out something fierce.

Still can't feel a thing.

This must be the real Bone Shack.

Old J.T. knows how to live.

Like f*** he does.

I like how you say "f***".

Good. F*** you.

F*** me?

Oh, so, now you're the comedian.

Go ahead, drop your pants.

That'll be good for a laugh.

I highly doubt that.

That's my jacket.

Yes, I know.

I looked for it for two weeks.

Look, you were being

an unbelievable dick::.

I was walking out on you.

I was cold.

I took your f***ing jacket.

So, if you're gonna go on one of your

psycho obsessive controlling rants

about a f***ing jacket,

then f***ing take it,

'cause I'd rather f***ing freeze

than f***ing hear about it one more time.

Did you find what was in the pock:et?

F*** no.

Look for it.

No, the other one.

I was gonna give it to you,

but you left me.

You took the jacket.

And I looked for it for two weeks.

Read it.

"Two against the world."

Remember that?

I never forgot it.

Then why'd you leave?

Because you didn't believe in us,

or in me.

I figured one of them new deputies

might end up shootin' me,

but not you, Tolo!

Sorry. I'm sorry.

- Dumbass.

- You're gonna be all right.

- McGraw's here.

- Now, now, now.

- And a whole bunch of others.

- Everybody in!

Come on!

Over here.

Move your ass! Come on!

What did I tell you, Tony?

Don't point the gun at yourself.

Didn't I tell you that?

Thank you for telling me about...

you know.

Don't mention it.

That's an order.

If I had known that you were...

El Wray...

I wouldn't have given you

such a hard time.

I didn't mean to be a prick about it.

Need-to-know basis, that kind of sh*t.

Take this.

Do what you do best.

No, you're not!

Don't give him the gun. Not--

Give him the gun, Tolo.

Give him the gun.

Give him all the guns.

Holy sh*t.

That boy's got the devil in him.

We gotta fight them off.

Get to our vehicles.

Everyone behind me!

Outside now!

God damn you!

Everybody back inside!

You, Skip.

Front and center.

You go out front,

start up the Kill Dozer.

We'll need it to transport

the other survivors.

You f***in' crazy?

I'm not goin' out there.

- I'll cover you.

- I'm not goin'.

I never miss.

Come on, Skipp.

It's go-go.

Not cry-cry.

Cherry!

Oh, dear.

Alh!

Aah!

J.T.!

You take whoever you can fit

in your convertible.

Everyone else on board!

Skipp, grab the ttwins!

Come along with me!

You take the chopper.

I need someone else

to drive my truck!

I'll do it.

You're bleedin' like a stuck pig.

Your vision's blurred

and you're on your last legs.

Anything else?

Don't wreck it.

Somebody grab the slaw!

You can't have no barbecue

without coleslaw!

- Give me a gun.

- Take this.

F***ing cool!

All right, y'all, head out.

I'll hold 'em off.

I can take care of myself.

Bye, Daddy.

Do you remember how to ride a bike?

Useless talent number 32.

Good.

Anyone else have a car?

Now, you're sure you're okay

driving this thing?

Hell yeah.

Dakota...

we're sorry about Tony.

Thanks.

Your engine is shot

and you've got three blown tires.

But I've got his ppocket bike

in the trunk.

Is it fast?

Zero to fifty in four seconds.

You ride with her.

I'm Cherry.

You sure are.

Move out!

Damn shame.

Rusty!

Aah!

God damn it!

Aah!

Sheriff! How much ammo we got?

Not enough.

Don't shoot!

We're not infected!

All survivors gotta come with us.

Especially you...

El Wray.

I don't go by that name anymore.

It's okay. It's okay.

We're here in quarantine

with the other survivors.

Where is here?

The old army base.

El Wray?

That you?

He's with them.

I saw him in their convoy earlier.

I'm a scientist...

and a businessman.

Not military.

Which is why he's gonna tell us

what the f*** is going on.

They're stealing biochemical weapons.

DC-2?

Also known as "Project Terror."

Designed to take out an entire populace

in a controlled landlocked area.

You were supplying it to them.

- That's why they shut you out.

- They found my supply.

It's under our feet.

Ten stories down.

What about countering

with atropine and PAM-2?

Interferes with the neurotoxic delivery,

sets off the cell-blaster,

and you're gushing blood and pus

through every sacred hole in your body.

Apetizing.

The only treatment

is a regimented exposure to DC-2 itself.

It delays the negative effects.

They need it...

Iike a drug.

Correct. But we found that

a small percentage of people

are not affected by the gas itself,

and within this small percentage

lies a cure.

What do you want to do?

Mexico.

Put our backs against the ocean

and defend ourselves from there.

No. We have to get back to my lab.

This infection will sppread

all over the world,

to every man, woman and child,

unless I finish my antidote.

You have an antidote?

You! You!

Come with us.

Move it!

Move it, Peggy!

Uhh!

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