Scarecrows Page #2

Well, I'm not going to, see?

Running's over, Bert.

It's time to bleed.

Like those MPs with their guts

spilling on the runway.

Time to bleed, Bert.

Look, I'm not even carrying a weapon.

Start praying, Bert.

Look, you want the money?

Well, you can't have it 'cause I've hid it.

So, let's make a deal.

Bert, why don't you say something,

motherf***er?

Come on, scumbag, talk.

Words of wisdom from a dying man.

...your seatbelt, move. Come on.

Christ, leave her out of this.

- Daddy, stop them...

- Shut up.

Get the ladder down now.

- Look, I'm asking you...

- Don't be a hero, Daddy.

Get the ladder, now!

Look,

keep your ass on that seat.

No radios,

nothing's going to happen to her.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, Curry.

- What?

How am I gonna live in Mexico

if I don't speak Spanish?

I told you a hundred times, Paco,

I'm gonna teach you.

You're a real pal, amigo.

Lovely.

Hey, the lights are on now.

What the hell is that?

Guess we're expected.

This is some creepy sh*t, man.

Hold it.

Looks like we missed the party.

Bert.

Yeah. Check out the inside, will you?

Somebody lives here.

Not anymore, they don't.

Come on, check it out inside.

Bullshit, man, you check it out.

You're always

such a f***ing pain in the ass.

What am I, your mother?

Hey, Bert.

- Christ, you think about knocking?

- Knock, knock.

A**hole.

It's Rambo.

Is that you, Corbin?

Get down here.

I'm gonna look for Bert.

I'll tell you, whoever lives or

who lived here was very f***ing weird.

Into devil worship or some sh*t.

Hey, guys, I'm coming up

the trail. I can see the house.

Who lives here?

Mailbox says '"Fowler. '"

There's a picture

of three very mangy guys.

Bert could have killed them

but there's no bodies,

just some very ugly vibes.

Slow down,

I'm getting stickers everywhere.

You'll live. Come on.

Let me go. I'm not going anywhere.

Where's Jack?

Jack's still up on the roof.

Hey, Jack, come on

down here, will you?

- Yo, Jack.

- I found it, the parachute.

- Jackpot! Where?

- At least one of them.

Where is it, Jack?

- It's by these three big crosses.

That's weird,

there's no scarecrows on them.

Great, what else?

Sh*t.

Come on, get down here, will you?

For Christ's sake.

I saw a scarecrow, out there somewhere.

Jack, where's the parachute?

No, no, the scarecrow thing, it was...

Come on, they're everywhere.

They're all over the place. Give me this.

Jack, the parachute?

Yeah, it was by these crosses.

You can see it from the roof.

Come on, we're wasting time.

The whole damn army's looking for us.

We'll follow Bert's

tire tracks out front.

I'll stay with the girl.

Let's go, Jack.

Get away from there

before a scarecrow grabs you, huh?

Bert ran over this one.

Come on, let's go.

Curry, do you get the feeling

- we're being watched?

- No.

Then how come your finger's

on the trigger?

Shut up, a**hole.

I think this place is possessed

by demonic demons.

Your head's gonna be possessed by

the butt of my gun if you don't shut up.

'"Demonic demons. '" Christ.

Get all the stickers out?

Here, try a little rouge.

It'll make you look happier.

Curry, keep moving about 10 degrees

past that little bush on your left,

then turn right.

Hey, Jack,

got any idea where you're going?

We're almost there.

This way?

See those crosses? Just to the left.

I think.

If I were a crow, I'd be someplace else.

Corbin?

Forget it, he's turned off his radio

again so he can go ape sh*t by himself.

Yo, Corb, you in the bush

pulling your pud?

Damn, I really miss my harmonica.

Delta Whiskey,

requesting status, alpha 1-1, alpha 1-9.

Roger, alpha 1-1, 1-9.

Negatory. Delta Whiskey over.

1- 8, Delta Whiskey,

heading and altitude.

Base, we're heading 2-5-9, 3,000.

Proceed heading 1-8-9.

Intersect ocean side 1-0-0.

Sweep sectors delta 1-0 to delta 1-6.

On our way.

Let's hope we're on the money this time.

Come on.

Son of a b*tch, it isn't here. He took it.

All right.

These things give me the creeps.

- Curry.

- What?

I said those things give me the creeps.

Yeah, well, they give me the creeps, too.

Why don't you just stop talking about it?

Can you imagine

hanging on one of those things?

You know, they had to put the nail

through your wrist

because if they put it through your hand,

the little bones...

You can't use nails.

Those things are made out of metal

and you can't use nails on metal.

Oh, then, maybe if you use, like,

a little metal bolt or something.

- But you'd still have to go through the...

- Will you just shut up?

Just some kind of superstitious things

that are used to ward off evil spirits.

Hey, Corbin, wait up.

Dutch, German or something. I forget.

Daddy!

Where are you, Daddy?

Daddy, help me!

Please help me, Daddy!

Roxanne, we found Bert's truck.

Looks like the bastard's in it.

WORZ news time is 3:00.

And these are the top stories.

Cuban refugees are holding

All right, Bert.

Come on out. Let's not make a mess here.

Meanwhile, here in the Southland,

one of the largest manhunts

in California history continues

as federal agents,

aided by marine helicopters,

track down the hijacked plane

and the men involved

in last night's brutal robbery

at Camp Pendleton...

Son of a b*tch.

- Curry?

- Bert's playing games.

He put a goddamn scarecrow

in the truck.

- He's f***ing with us.

- We're running out of time, boys.

If we don't find that money soon,

the army's gonna have us for breakfast.

And on the subject

of money, two people were lucky enough

to have selected the six winning numbers

on their Lotto 6/49 cards,

so they'll split a jackpot of $12 million

spread over a 20-year period.

WORZ news time, 3:01.

My luck.

I don't like this one bit, Curry.

We're being set up bigger than sh*t.

I can feel it.

Well, take your hand

out of your pocket and stop feeling it.

Come on, these are his footprints.

Which ones? These or these?

These, the boot prints.

Then who made the other ones?

They're just as fresh.

F***, I don't know, Jack.

Your damn scarecrow, all right?

Is that what you want to hear?

Look.

Hey, there it is. Right there, look.

- There it is.

- What?

The money, you idiot.

Now, go on up and get it.

- What the hell is that?

- Bert's chute.

It's the money.

Now, for Christ's sake,

go on up and cut it down.

- You cut it down.

- Jack, just go up and cut it down.

You cover me. If anything happens to me...

Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's have it.

Come on, cut it.

For Christ's sake, just cut it, will you?

Come on, pennies from heaven.

Jack!

Sh*t!

Jesus Christ!

Curry?

Curry?

We're on the way back to the house.

Curry's not feeling too good.

Bert's not gonna feel

too good either

- when I find him.

- What?

Bert booby-trapped his chute

with some blood and stuff.

And now it's all over me,

Bert, funny man,

like I'm gonna be all over you

when I find you, you motherf***er.

Chill out, Curry.

- You're a dead man, Bert.

A corpse, you hear me, Bert?

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