Return of the Living Dead 2 Page #2

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We've gotta call the Army. It's for real.

- Great imagination.

- Let's go, right now.

You've gotta believe me.

- I don't want any more trouble, mister.

- Let me at least call Mom.

Do not try to leave this room,

do you understand?

Hey, what are you doing out there?

Damn.

I can't go any faster.

Please, slow down. Please.

Wait for me! No, don't leave me.

Please.

One move and you're dead meat.

- Oh, please don't shoot!

- No, go ahead and do it.

I deserve to die.

Call the police or the fire department

or the SWAT team or anybody...

...but do it now.

What...? What was that?

- Where do you think you're going?

- Get your family out of here. Now!

Okay. Okay. Mildred, get in here.

Jesse?

Jesse.

Jesse!

You've gone too far this time.

Now, open this door.

Jesse, you let me in there this minute.

Jesse, if you don't open this door,

I am gonna come in there and kill you.

- This is Section 4.

- Is this the Army?

That does it. I am gonna tell Mom...

...and you are gonna be grounded

for a month.

Well, don't just stand there,

do something.

- This might chip the paint.

- Please do it.

- Go ahead, please.

- Is this where you call about the drums?

- Yes. Your name, please?

- Jesse Wilson.

Hold the line,

your call is being transferred.

All right!

Hurry up.

It's for the colonel.

- Excuse me, sir. It's for you.

- Thank you.

- Come on, baby, let's go.

- Oh, but that's stealing.

- Oh, but that's okay.

- Come on!

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Get started, will you?

Hey!

What's going on?

Man.

- Which way?

- Left!

No, right!

- Hello?

- Hello, this is Glover.

- Hello?

- Hello, Glover here. Hello.

- That's good, right there.

- Did he see the report?

Damn!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Look what you made us do!

Now he's killed someone,

and it's all your fault, you schmuck!

- I know.

- Stop it!

I can't believe it!

Oh, dear Lord, help me.

- Did you see what I think I saw?

- Yeah.

Hey, you guys.

Did somebody get hurt?

- No.

- Yes.

Wait right here.

I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Wait here?

I'm gonna tell everything.

Jesse, you get back here, you creep.

Once I get a hold of you,

I am just gonna kill you.

- Let me go.

- I gotta call for help.

- The phone's dead.

- You've gotta help us.

- This is serious.

- We're not kidding!

- Miss, you gotta help us!

- Let go of me!

- Get out. I'll call the police.

- You gotta help!

- You got a gun in this place?

- A gun? Get out!

Phone's dead.

Hey, get your hands off of her!

- You don't understand!

- I understand. That's hit-and-run, pal.

- They're dead!

- I know...

- Already dead!

- Trust me, dead, dead.

- Dead, dead!

- Yeah!

- We gotta get to a phone.

- That's right.

Him, right? You've got no idea.

Wait, wait, wait a...!

- Oh, Jesus.

- Joey?

I don't feel so good.

Oh, Jesus.

What is...?

Oh, no.

No!

What is it?

Oh, my God!

Oh, you son of a b*tch!

You bastard!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, God!

Oh, get rid of it, please! Get rid of it!

Oh, sh*t! Oh, God!

Oh, Mother of Mercy.

Oh, mama, mama.

Oh, Mother of Mercy.

Get that damn screwdriver

out of my head.

We've gotta get out of here,

get to a phone.

Joey, baby, it's okay. We're gonna...

I don't know what we're gonna, but...

Brains!

Help! Help!

Jesse?

- Help!

- Jesse?

Help! Help him!

Brains!

Oh, God!

We gotta get out of here.

- We gotta get out of here.

- We know, dummy. We need a car.

Doc Mandel, he's got a car.

He's got a phone, we...

- Where is this guy?

- Two houses over.

- It's all clear.

- Show us the way.

- What?

- I knew we should have gone dancing.

I'll take care of you, baby.

Get her out of here, now!

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, God! Get off of me!

Jesus! Oh, my God! Sh*t.

God, help.

And now, two, kick out.

Three, now to the front.

Two, three, again.

One, two, three. And single kick.

Okay, up front. Up, up.

And side, side, reach up, up.

Heel jacks, so reach it out.

Let's take it down. And bow and arrow.

Hurry.

Which way?

This way. Come on.

Do you wanna die?

Okay, they seem to like brains,

so maybe they'll leave you alone.

- Shut up.

- Come on!

Brains!

Brains.

I told you, no more prayers.

It's not that. I don't feel so hot.

Let me rest.

Rest? He wants to rest!

Joey, he's the dumbest guy you've ever

worked with in your whole entire life!

Rest? You can't rest now.

We're almost there.

- Come on.

- Come on!

- Brains.

- Oh, no!

Oh, no.

Come on.

Run! We're almost there.

It's right here. Come on.

George.

George, go get Dr. Mandel.

George.

George?

Oh, Billy!

Brains!

Doc Mandel, open up!

Oh, it's you. Why aren't you out

playing in the traffic?

How'd you get in here?

What's the problem?

- Where are the keys to your car?

- Why, are we going somewhere?

There seem to be hooligans

terrorizing the neighborhood.

No, it's the dead.

They've come back to life.

The dead. Dead what?

People. We need your car.

- Sounds like you need a hearse.

- We don't have time for this.

- Well...

- I'm sorry, sir.

We've gotta get the keys

to your car, now!

- Must be an emergency, huh?

- No, duh!

Oh, well.

Oh, I'm sorry, my boy,

but this car is cherry.

- No one drives the princess but me.

- Just move it.

Oh, my God.

It's Harvey. Harvey Kramer.

Harvey, it's me. Remember me?

Harvey, it wasn't my fault.

We ran out of type O.

- Okay, it's coming!

- Cherry, huh?

- Well, almost cherry.

- Go!

The door!

Come on, go!

- Go!

- Go!

- Forget it!

- No, you wouldn't...

Hey, you, bull-face, get off the car.

Oh, God! Oh, what do we do?

Thirty years I've owned this auto.

And I've never put a scratch on it.

- Give me that wheel.

- Come on, doc.

Come on, doctor.

He's not gonna throw up

in here now, is he?

What's going on here?

Out the window.

Open the window. Push the button.

Out the win... I just had this car waxed.

Jesus, get it out of here!

Get this off! Get it off!

Now, I don't think we need to get

excited. It's only a severed hand.

Now, don't get so excited.

It's got my leg!

Roll down the window!

- Joey?

- What?

We gotta get to a hospital.

It's all your fault, you cheese dip.

You just stay away from me.

Where's the emergency room?

He's gonna go to the police station.

They'll know what to do.

Will you just shut up?! God.

I think something is not right

with those guys.

I feel so... I just got this feeling.

Yeah, me too.

No, it's like we've been here before.

It's like a dream, this whole thing.

You, me, them.

Anybody here?

- Dead.

- Don't say that word.

Why? Damn it, why?

Where'd they all go?

Hello?

Where is everybody?

When are you guys going to wake up?

- Nobody can help us except...

- Trained physician, such as myself.

Hold this, my son. Thank you.

- Yes, yes.

- What, what?

When did you two have

your last bowel movement?

- Do you know what a catheter is?

- They gotta have police here.

Emergency stuff?

Somebody somewhere.

- I'll take a look around town.

- Not without me.

- You stay put.

- No way.

- I saw it. I'm the one who knows stuff.

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