S. Darko
No way of knowing
if she's ever coming back
No way of knowing
if I care or not
- Only two more good mornings.
- Only one more day.
- We're so perfect.
- Immaculate.
And I'm alive
And I'm alone
And I've never wanted
to be either of those
And she shines
And she shines for me
She shines for me
No way of knowing
if she's ever coming back
No way of knowing
if I care or not
No way of knowing if she's right
or if she's wrong
No way of knowing
if I'll carry on
And she shines
And she shines for me
Sh*t.
- Kill it!
- What?
Turn it off!
Doesn't look too good.
Okay. Well, now what?
We wait?
For?
Anything.
That's your plan.
You got a better one?
Sam, wake up.
Someone's coming.
Hey.
- What's goin' on?
- Our car broke down.
Your friend okay?
She's dead.
Roadkill.
Froze to death.
Yeah, that happens.
You all right?
Fine.
See, she's an ice queen.
You need a flamethrower to get inside that.
- So, you want me to take a look?
- Where?
- Under the hood.
- Sure.
Ow.
Well, you can't drive it.
Look, Conejo Springs is just up the road.
I can give you a ride.
Water pump's gone. I can order you a new one.
Might take a day or two.
- How much?
- Oh, couple of hundred. Maybe more.
Is this the only show
in town, or-
You want me to charge you
for that tow, no problem.
That's a hundred bucks right there.
But it's free for customers.
- Oh, so that's how you do it.
- I could fix it.
Is it all right if I look around
in your junkyard, Mr. Pickford?
Parts is parts.
You never know.
You just might get lucky.
- Mmm.
- What?
- Might get lucky.
- He didn't mean it like that.
- Mm-hmm. Parts is parts.
- Leave me alone.
- You guys need a ride to the motel?
- Hell, yeah.
- How far is it?
- Just around the corner- like everything.
- Well, we could walk.
- What about your stuff?
- Empty bags of chips are yours.
- And the hula hoop?
So, can we, like, get a bottle
on the way, or something?
It's a free country.
Oh, well, I guess
you got yourself a job, mister.
Thanks.
So you guys want me to wait?
Oh, we can handle it ourselves.
Well, you got my number.
What is wrong with you?
Nothing.
Can't you even pretend to be happy?
However, Marcia Clark
may have to reschedule-
Judge Ito will determine
later today-
Space shuttle ain't blastin' off
till next month.
- Is that a fact?
- Oh.
You gals not with
the Star Trek club, are you?
- Got wait-listed.
- It's a pretty picky bunch. What can I do you for?
We need a room.
Oh. Only got one that's finished.
In the process of beautifyin'.
- How much is it?
- How many you stayin'?
- Forever, we hope.
- Just a couple.
I'll give you the daily rate.
Honeymoon suite.
What happened to that little boy?
Oh.
He went missin'.
Not the first around here neither.
Kids, they do the darndest things.
We're little angels.
A little ketchup up at the top.
There we go.
All right, you ready?
It's this simple.
How long is this gonna take, champ?
Well, less than two minutes.
- Say that again.
- Less than two minutes.
Two minutes?
Everything will be cold and dark.
Are you ready to die?
Are you afraid?
I'm a good soldier.
Everything dies.
She told me you would come.
Shh.
Save yourself.
Four days, 17 hours...
That is when the world will end.
Follow me.
I'm afraid I can't
let you sleep here.
Must've been quite a night.
You got anyplace to be?
Oh, I'm sure somebody's
waitin' for you somewhere.
My friend Corey- at the motel.
Come on. Up you go.
Upsy-daisy.
You know, there's a pervert
loose in town.
Goes by Iraq Jack,
but that ain't his real name.
Can't be, uh, dressin' like-
like that.
The one who took, uh,
the little boy?
It ain't a proven fact,
but I'd bet the farm on it.
and everything...
but when the boys come home
- then it becomes my problem.
O'Dell, respond to
a 211 at Frank Pickford's place.
Copy. 10- 17.
Tell you what. Hop in.
I'll give you a ride.
It's right by the motel.
Unbelievable. Do you know how much
that old windmill was worth?
Sell this thing off to some
meteorological nerd club, you might just do okay.
- Really? You think?
- I'd sure like to borrow it.
It's a message in a bottle
from aliens, right?
That was almost funny, Pete,
you meathead.
- What is all this stuff?
- Oh, it's that nut job, Iraq Jack.
He's been squattin' up there
yellin' crap about the Acropolis
and universe justice or somethin'.
If there was any real justice left in this country,
he'd be hangin' by a noose right now.
Big oi' horseshit
from the sky if you ask me.
That is some crazy sh*t.
This town's got way beyond
- So where'd you sleepwalk to last night?
- Bus stop.
Do you remember anything this time?
Nothing. Just blackness.
So I'm havin' a Fourth of July party later on.
You guys should come.
Fourth of July
is still four days away.
If you're stuck here, you might as well
have some fun. Right?
- I'll look for it later.
- After you're done getting wasted?
- Oh, chill out.
- That really sucks.
- Being lost?
- If I go missing, will you make
sure I look hot on my poster?
- Deal.
Take it easy, Trudy.
Jesus loves you, Agatha.
Uh-huh.
Have a good one.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Uh, Virginia.
I'm from Boise. Idaho.
Watermelon Queen
for two years runnin'.
- But I don't like to brag.
- Oh, you still got it.
Oh, will you look at that
piece of filth out there?
- He's probably just hungry.
- Oh, no. That one don't deserve your pity.
Trust me.
He should've died
up on that windmill.
I was thinking
we chop off his balls and stone him.
Light him on fire
if gas wasn't so expensive.
You girls stay away from him, okay?
And let me know if you need anything-
anything at all.
- Orange soda, please.
- Surely.
Can we help you?
I'm sorry. I-I just recognized you.
I saw you by the motel.
Pretty amazing stuff, huh?
I- I just made a deal
to buy it for $600.
- What's "it"?
- The meteorite.
What the hell are you gonna do
with a friggin' meteor?
A meteorite, actually.
Uh, well, I gotta run some tests,
but, if I had to guess, I'd say it's a siderite.
They're mostly composed
of iron and nickel.
I'm Jeremy.
- Are you a gay?
- What?
Isnt Jeremy a gay name?
- Enjoy your soda, sweetheart.
- Thank you.
Okay, as soon as she walks
to the kitchen, run for it.
I don't think you're a gay.
Don't you think we should,
like, call your dad...
and tell him that we're coming?
Nah. I don't want him
to get worried.
You don't want him to say no.
Look, I just don't want
to be a burden, okay?
Relax. He still owns
the club, all right?
He's gonna get us both jobs.
I'm his daughter, for Chris sake.
- Yeah, but he's still a guy.
- Yeah.
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