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.

Well, don't worry about us.

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.

I - I support Desert Storm

and everything...

but when the boys come home

with voices in their head...

- 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

for a couple of months now...

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

its quota of crazy sh*t.

- 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?

- What about that water pump?

- 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.

- So, where you girls from?

- 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.

And he knows this is pissing my mom off

to no end, which is totally in our favor.

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