Return of the Living Dead 2 Page #3

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- Kid's got a point.

- That'll be the day.

- Cut it out, you two.

- Lf we're going, let's go. We'll be a team.

- Teams suck.

Say, "Ah."

- What is it? What's wrong?

- Is he gonna be okay?

Let's look at the tongue, all right?

Oh, my God.

What? What is it?

We're going to do a biopsy.

Is it cancer?

- Lf we're lucky.

- No!

You notice something funny?

Yeah, like no people.

Yeah, like that.

Come on, kid.

God.

Hey! Hey, over here!

- Over here!

- Hey!

- Brains!

- Brains.

- Oh, no.

- God.

Get in the car.

I don't believe this.

Goddamn car!

Come on.

- Come on!

- Oh, come on.

Come on.

Great. I'm not even out of grade school,

and I'm already gonna die.

There's Gramps' street.

- We should go back and get the others.

- No, there. Turn down there.

There are lights on.

- Hey, wait a second. Look... Hold on.

- Gramps? Gramps.

Grandpa?

Where is he?

You know how to use one of those?

You do know how to pull a trigger,

don't you?

Sure. Do you?

She's junior-class champion

for the whole state.

- Here's yours.

- Oh, terrific, great.

What can I shoot with this, mice?

Look, those things out there,

they're ugly, and they're dirty and dumb.

And I don't care if they are dead.

I hate them.

There's no way they're touching me.

Great.

Make my night.

You've gotta help me.

Look, we gotta get moving.

Those things are all over town.

Would you come here, please?

You will also notice

there is no pupillary response...

...no reflexes...

...obvious lividity.

Suggesting chronic,

intractable rigor mortis.

Is it serious?

Is "dead" serious?

But they can talk.

Oh, God, it hurts.

I can't move my arms or legs.

See? Now, do you call this dead?

They are not dead, you jerk!

Have you noticed he's not breathing?

Care to check his heartbeat?

It hurts.

In my opinion,

I think they should be contained.

Contained?

- Bagged.

- Bagged?

Bagged.

Help me.

Hello? Hello?

Brains!

Okay, you mother.

What was that?

Shoot it!

Oh, God!

Come on.

Oh, no!

Oh, no, no, no.

You don't want to do that.

You were gonna leave him, you quack.

Some doctor.

We're gonna go find a real one.

- Come on, baby.

- You're making a big mistake.

- Shut up.

- No, you can't leave me here.

No, no, no. You don't wanna...

You did.

- Get out of here.

- No!

Oh, sh*t.

Hey! Hey!

They wouldn't steal my... They did.

Damn it.

All right!

Don't you worry, babe.

I'm gonna get you help.

Professionals. The best.

Will you shut up?

Shut up!

I'm telling you, sarge,

we cleared out the town.

We should be way over here.

Lady, don't come any closer.

I gotta get a doctor.

- Are you sick?

- No.

What is wrong with you?

I need help, for chrissake.

Forget it, lady.

Nobody gets out of this town.

Why not?

- Plague.

- Plague?

This is no plague. They're dead.

I mean, not, like, "for real" dead,

but, like, "sick" dead, you know?

Like, when you check them out,

there's nothing going on inside.

Okay, sarge, let's push along,

don't you think?

Yeah, let's move out, boys.

No!

Wait, no, I can explain.

I can explain. Please.

It's okay, lady. We'll send medics.

- Promise?

- Yeah...

Ed! Ed, quit it!

- Ed.

- Goddamn.

Leave him, he's dead.

Get up here, now.

Okay, sarge.

I'm coming.

I'm coming.

Take it easy, Ed.

Trust me, okay?

I'll be right back.

- Go up Weyburn Street.

- Wichman's faster.

- And brighter.

- Let's just get out of here.

Son of a b*tch!

- What are you doing?

- Yeah, I know they're already dead.

I'm gonna kill anyway.

God.

One for the good guys.

Brilliant.

Brains.

Brains!

Brains!

Help me, it hurts so bad.

I'm doing the best I can.

What else can I do?

Don't worry, baby.

I'm gonna get you there.

Don't worry.

Let me...

...eat your brains.

Brains!

Brenda, let me have them.

I'm the one who loves you.

Brenda!

- Brenda!

- Joey!

You stay away from me.

Brenda, your brain smells so good...

...so rich and spicy.

- Spicy?

- Yeah.

Joey, I am not into dead guys.

Honey, it's only me.

Okay, okay.

Take me, baby.

Right. Goodbye, nightmare.

- Let's get to a call box.

- No way.

- We're getting out of here.

- He's right, son.

What the...?

What's going on? I don't believe this.

- Look!

- Soldiers?

- It's all right, they're ours.

- Commence firing!

- I don't think they know.

- You're right, I'm wrong.

Hey, wait! You don't understand!

- They think we're them.

- You mean those things?

Yeah. Don't you get it?

That's why there's nobody in town.

They evacuated the whole place.

Interesting situation.

Soldiers in front, zombies in the back.

Maybe we should slip off the side

and have a cocktail or...

No?

Hello? Hello, is there anybody

out there?

Come in.

Do you hear me? Is anybody out there?

Hello?

Will you tell us where to go?

Come to the hospital.

- Sure, we're right there.

- Hold it.

Pardon me, could you tell me who

the president of the United States is?

Harry Truman.

Who's Harry Truman?

They want brains?

We'll give them brains.

Come on.

Hey. Jess, now, remember,

no funny stuff.

If you hear anything, just shout.

Okay.

I joined the Army to see the world,

not this.

Get a hold of yourself, soldier.

We got a firefight on our hands.

And the enemy's already dead.

It's beautiful.

All right, you dead bunch

of sons of b*tches.

I'm blowing your tired, ugly asses

right back to hell.

Help, help! Over here!

Over here!

Brain!

Jesse?

Jesse.

I told him. I told him.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

Well, maybe I don't want to find him.

I think you do.

I bet you think I'm a real idiot,

don't you?

No. I think you're great.

Who do you think you are?

I've got news for you, pal. We survive,

we survive together, you understand me?

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

It's all right. You ready to work?

Hurry, son.

Keep those brains coming.

Chow time!

Get them while they're cold!

Fresh brains! Nice, fresh brains!

Cold, fresh brains!

Cold... They're catching up.

Big whoppers!

Yes, I've got a lovely bunch of brains.

Brains! Give me some more, son.

Shoot them to me. Brains!

Cold, fresh brains!

Get them while they're fresh!

Eat up!

Ice-cold brains! Chow time!

Cold, fresh brains!

Yeah.

Is that it?

Okay.

Jesse!

Come on!

Brains! Brains!

- What's the matter?

- The walkie-talkie.

- Oh, great, what are we gonna do now?

- The doc. He'll know what to do.

Well.

How do you do?

I know that look. I get it when Mom

wants me to volunteer for dishes.

- Keys are in the ignition.

- You can't send him out there.

Okay, you gotta get it started.

Turn the key in the ignition.

Doc Mandel here.

- Who's this?

- Brains.

Brain.

Let the clutch out slowly.

Clutch, shift, clutch.

- Got it?

- Got it.

Here we go.

Hey, we're moving.

All right!

Holy horse puckey.

Brains!

You told. Now you die like me.

That's why you're dead, ass-wipe.

No brains and a big mouth.

Oh, hurry, Jesse, hurry.

I did remember you.

Excuse me, your fly is open.

- Hi. Goodbye.

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