Return of the Living Dead 2

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Tameem666

- Hey, come on, off the equipment.

- Hey.

I tell you a hundred times a day to stay

out of here. Now, get out. Come on.

Damn.

All right.

Good. You get to be

a member of the club.

I'm not the joiner type. I mean,

you wouldn't want a guy like me.

We already voted. You're in.

- What do you know.

- Do you want to see the clubhouse?

No, I've got homework. My sister...

- Too scared?

- Me, scared?

Well, what do you think?

Little old-fashioned for my taste.

Burial, I mean.

I'm more into stuff like,

you know, cremation.

Scatter the ashes out of the plane, throw

them in the ocean, have music playing.

Okay, okay. Come on.

- There it is.

- That's the clubhouse?

- Wanna make something of it?

- No, it's great.

Okay then, come on.

Hey, wait a second.

- Who's buried in here?

- I'll show you inside.

I really gotta get back.

- We got a meeting.

- Thought you weren't scared?

- That was before.

- Initiation time.

Hey, look at this.

Jeez.

What do you think?

- Might be supplies.

- What kind of?

I don't know. Ammo, maybe.

Combat stuff.

Hey, check this out.

I don't think you should play with that.

Shut up, wimp.

- Finders keepers, right?

- Yeah.

It's the Army. The real one.

This is serious.

- You gotta call that number.

- You won't tell anyone.

Know why?

- Let me out!

- Because you won't be able to.

Let me out!

Here we are.

Oh, creep me out!

Joey, are you sure

that you wanna do this?

Guy offered me 100 for a night's work.

I can't turn that down, can I?

- Grab the bag, will you, kid?

- You gonna be there all night?

A couple of hours, tops. You wait here.

- Gee, that sounds really exciting.

- Take it easy, baby.

I don't wanna take it easy.

I wanna go out and have fun.

- So will you just hurry up?

- Okay.

And will you be careful too, please?

- Goddamn mushy stuff.

- Come on.

What if somebody asks

what we're doing?

Tell them you're a gravedigger.

It's the truth.

Only difference is, we take them out...

...instead of putting them in, see?

- What do you do with them?

- There are crazies...

...they want skulls

from interred bodies.

That's the key, see?

They gotta have been interred.

No skulls that haven't been buried.

How will they know the difference?

It'd be dishonest to give them skulls

that weren't buried.

Jesus.

Okay. Okay, just a little

decayed matter.

Nothing to get unhinged about.

Oh, sh*t!

Ought to be pretty good pickings here.

Haven't been back for a long time.

Lousy kids are always poking around

in my gardens.

Stay cool.

- Look at that.

- What the hell?

Hey, you kid! I catch you in here again,

I kick your ass and then call the police!

Guess I've just got

a way with kids, huh?

What a shame.

It's not even ripe.

Damn kids, they have no respect

for the dead.

- Makes you sick, doesn't it?

- Yeah.

- Let's get started.

- Yeah.

And now take it to the side.

Press out. It's one, two, three.

Now pushing the walls.

Keep them apart.

Four, three, two, now to the front.

And swinging those arms.

Standing tall is four, three, two.

Now to the side again, press. Press...

Hey, Jesse, see that?

Mom says you follow those rules,

or it's my butt.

You follow those rules,

or it's your butt.

First one says, "homework."

You don't go out until you finish it.

Now, get going.

Do that again. To the side, it's...

Come on, let's get out of here.

I can't breathe.

That's a good boy.

You got it.

Not bad.

Nice bit of rump in her time, huh?

Looks choice.

Throw me the bag, will you?

Well, open it like you do in the store.

Kiss, kiss.

Now you know what a bagman is.

That's it. I don't need the money.

I'm out of here.

Come off it. Who's gonna know? Her?

Besides...

...I'll bet that girlfriend of yours

would sure like this.

What is that stuff?

Swamp gas.

Makes my skin feel like slimy ice

or something.

Come on. Let's get this one up here.

"1957." Perfect.

Easy.

- Over here.

- Come on, let's go.

Jesus Christ, not again.

Look, I've got to have this

damn cake ready...

...for Home Ec in the morning.

Now, how the hell do you separate

a white from a yolk?

This whole thing is so stupid.

Hold on a sec, it's the door.

Coming!

Hi, I'm with Cable TV.

I have an installation order here.

You were supposed to be here,

like, three hours ago.

Yeah, well, I'm... This is all

really new around here.

I got sort of lost.

Wait a minute. Aren't you...?

Don't you go to Central?

- So? Big deal.

- Yeah. I went there, you know.

I graduated last year.

Maybe you remember me. Tom Essex.

Student council. Swim team, almost.

No. No, I don't remember you.

TV's in here.

- I've gotta see Billy.

- He's not feeling well. I put him to bed.

- But I've got his homework.

- Well, you can give it to me.

No. I mean, I've got to show it to him,

or he won't understand.

All right, but just for a few minutes.

Billy?

What do you want?

What happened? What did you...?

Below normal. Are you keeping this

under your tongue?

You do feel cold. God, I told you

not to go running around in the rain.

- You opened the thing.

- Say anything about this...

...and your ass is grass.

- Jesse, that's all now.

You shut up about this, or else.

Brains.

Brains!

I want your brains.

Brains.

Brains.

Oh, no.

Joey?

Okay. Okay.

- Do you hear that?

- Sit down and have a sandwich.

- The missus made them.

- No, I think I'll pass.

You're right.

There's a chill in the air tonight.

Fifty-eight years old,

can't be too careful in this weather.

Yeah, you'll end up

in one of those.

Not me. You'll never find me

in one of these.

I'm gonna get me cremated.

You're afraid that some old creep

like you will steal your head.

Watch your tongue, boy,

if you like this job.

Like this job?

Like this job?

Joey?

Okay. Okay, that is it.

I am out of here.

Oh, sh*t. Sh*t.

Okay, okay. The van. You can take

the van. It's right over there.

Oh, f*** this.

Should have taken the chicken soup.

Holy Jesus, Ed!

Holy Mother of God!

Ed? Ed! Is there something

I should know?

You're supposed to be dead!

Holy sh*t. This is big f***ing trouble.

Joey! Joey, kill it!

Joey! Joey, wait for me!

Joey!

Joey, get him!

Brains!

Brains!

Brains!

- We gotta get Brenda, man. She's alone.

- What about me?

- You selfish jerk.

- Oh, I am, I am.

Lord, forgive me. They're dead.

I thought you were finished with them.

I've got a feeling he's not listening.

We gotta handle this thing, whatever

it is. But first we gotta get Brenda.

- No, not that way! The road. This way.

- Yeah, go.

Joey!

- How are you? Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

- What did you do?

- He didn't do anything.

It's me they're after. It's my sins.

- Hail Mary, full of grace...

- Quit doing that!

The Lord is with me.

Save this sinner, please.

There's lights over there.

Brains.

Out there.

Lucy, in the cemetery...

...this hand came out

and tried to grab me.

- I didn't know what to do.

- Upstairs, mister.

In a drum. Big, slimy.

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