R.I.P.D. Page #6
Damn it!
It's jammed up.
Just like Main Street,
Dodge City.
Them dudes,
to make a stand.
I invented this sh*t.
Hot!
I fixed it! Yeah! Phew!
Go time!
Let's learn you a few things
about Old West fighting.
First,
only a novice hides
in a church steeple.
It's the first place
I'm gonna look.
Second place,
hotel window, every time.
Hmm.
I guess there's only
Sometimes, the window
guy is on the roof.
I haven't seen that before.
Must be the massive destruction
Proctor was talking about.
Saddle up!
Hey, Julia.
Hayes sent us to
give you a lift.
Guys, I can still drive.
It's pretty hairy
out there.
He's just worried
about you.
Close it up.
All right. Lock it up.
Nobody gets through
to the Commonwealth building.
Nobody!
Looks like the big one is ghtover
the Commonwealth building.
That's where
he'll be headed.
Yeah. Good read.
You're agreeing with me?
That's weird.
Yeah. Feels strange.
Kind of tingly.
Deados on wheels.
That's disappointing.
I was hoping to get
Make it go away, Nick!
I got it.
Holy sh*t!
That actually scared
the sh*t out of me.
Get the gold up top.
I gotta wait for
the final piece.
Hey. Are you okay?
What the hell is going on?
Lots going on. I'm glad
you're here with me.
We need to get inside.
Listen. There's something
I should tell you.
It's something
I've been hiding.
Bobby, I think it can wait.
And it might
seem a little weird.
try to keep an open mind,
and not judge
right away, okay?
Oh-ho!
Eh?
Skycam 4 is on the
scene with continuing coverage.
We are looking
down on the Commonwealth building
which is swarming with, there's
really no other way to say this,
monsters.
I urge everyone to stay inside
until this situation...
Dave!
Wicked.
Looks like they
built a barricade.
And there's Fat Elvis.
Hit him in the jiggly.
Whoa!
Hi! Whoa!
Not 'oath.!
MY door!
Can't shake me!
Still here, d*cks!
Oh.
Relax body.
Death.
I hope they have
an elevator.
Oh, sh*t.
Reverse the tunnel,
the dead come pouring back.
We stay here forever.
Kind of
a high-five moment.
All we gotta do is
fire up this bad boy.
Yeah!
Okay-
This is where it gets
a little uncomfortable.
There's no great way to say
this, so I'll just say it.
These ancient things, they
I don't want to say
"human sacrifice,"
but human sacrifice.
I'll jump before
you can even touch me.
Julia, come on. Be cool.
This is an honor. I'm trusting
you with the heavy sh*t.
Julia!
Oh-ho! Just in time.
Bobby! Don't!
No!
Move!
Nice shot.
I'm gonna go get Julia.
You take care of the Staff.
That golden pecker
is coming down.
You frosty?
Icy hot, partner.
What now, Nick?
You know, it didn't
have to be Julia,
but I just couldn't resist
bringing it full circle.
Come on.
It's good, right?
Ow!
Get over here!
How's it coming, Roy?
It's harder than it looks!
Killing you never
gets old, Nicky.
Any time now!
I hear you!
Come on, Roy!
Do some cowboy stuff!
Please!
Roy!
There it is.
No.
Well, partner.
I have a new partner.
I missed you.
I missed you so much.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
It's okay,
you're back with me now.
That's all I wanted.
But not like this.
Julia,
you gotta live your life,
without me.
I don't want to say goodbye.
You can't stay here.
It's okay.
Go.
I will always love you.
Goodbye.
She's gonna be okay.
Thank you.
You owe me for that.
Let's settle up.
Sure.
I would like to be allowed
to design my own medal.
Not so fast.
The Eternals
went ahead and had
your disciplinary
hearing without you.
While we were
saving the world?
Nick, as a new recruit, you've
been let off with a warning.
Reasonable.
Roy, as punishment...
"Punishment"?
Yes. Fifty-three more years
have been added to your term.
Fifty-three years?
That's a lot.
This is
honky-tonk bullshit.
You just like having me
around, don't you, Mildred?
My hat.
You went off
and found it?
I guess I could've bought
you flowers once or twice.
I like violets.
She "billy goat-ed" me.
It's something
we used to do.
Why she covers up them ankles
with them damn white boots
I'll never understand.
Fifty-three more years, huh?
Well, I still got
some things to work on.
Hell, this is the third time
I've been extended.
Oh, say, I got you something.
What's this?
I knew you weren't happy
with Grandpa Chen,
so I pulled a few strings,
got you some new ID.
Thank you. Thank you, Roy.
I mean that.
This is great.
Oh, you gotta be
shitting me.
I did what I could.
Inventory is what it is.
You thought this was an improvement?
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