Survival of the Dead Page #4

on by deadheads, they've been shot.

Her mother knitted that for her.

She begged me not

to take it from her.

After I robbed her purse

of the last $30 in it.

I put her on a boat

to come over here.

I never meant for them to die.

Bastard.

Shooting the living

and sparing the dead

That bastard.

What bastard?

Who is this guy?

Seamus Muldoon.

We've been chewing on each other

ever since the schoolyard

Will one of yeah give me some

more bullets for this gun?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to go shoot

that son of a b*tch.

Not if I get there first.

My best friend is

lying there dead.

My shoulder feels

like it's on fire

and there is a bunch of innocent people

that somebody decided to use for fish food.

Now if this somebody is this Muldoon

guy you have been talking about...

... I want a piece of him.

I knew we would be

on the same side.

Sooner or later.

I'll go round up

some of my kin folk.

We'll go with you.

No, I know all the back ways.

and five might get seen

where one wouldn't.

No there is an old meeting hall

up the road, half a mile.

You wait there; I'll turn up

just after nightfall.

Oh, the bullets.

Let's get our stuff.

Right.

Sorry about your daughter.

Hurry off now.

Seamus.

Lem, Christ. What are you doing sneaking

up like a coon raiding the garbage?

I wasn't sneaking, Seamus.

Mr. Chuck sent me.

He says it's still no damn good

you got to come have a look.

Sweet Jesus what's a man got to do get

a moments peace on this God forsaken rock?

Chuck, you in here?

Where the f*** else

do you think I'd be?

Lem tells me you are having

some kind a problems in here.

Well yeah, trying to keep these

God damn deadheads from eating me.

So know more than usual.

No sir.

Not my hat.

Dammit.

No more than usual.

Ain't that old Timothy's boy?

Timothy Scanlon.

How long has he been in there?

This is his third day.

Must be getting hungry by now.

Put your hand near him

and he'll bite it off.

Dumb fucks in the barn chewing on

their hands cause it smells like a man.

But we haven't had a dumb f*** yet

try to take a bite out of that pig.

Well maybe they don't like pig.

Sir, no disrespect but...

...we set out trying to

keep these deadheads alive

and lately we been shooting

them down like they is mad dogs.

Those that don't show promise.

What about those people

over in the marsh?

Strangers, no kin of mine.

Now we got an obligation to protect

ourselves and what's ours.

- Protect what's yours,

- what's mine is everybody's.

I provide the bread and

butter for people here.

I figure you would be the last person

to question me on that Chuck.

I took you in when you

was running from the law

I let you work your way

into a place of respect.

I let you work this

ranch like it was yours.

It's not mine.

It's not is it?

I mean with everything you've done.

It might seem more than fair when

all I had to do is tend to the livestock.

But that's when the livestock

was livestock.

Are you still on

my payroll, Chuck?

or are you walking on me?

No one else is hiring.

Lem, bury the Scanlon boy

and bring home the pig.

It will make a tasty supper

and go out with Chuck

rope another deadhead

and not one of those dumb

fucks in your barn either.

Their all dumb fucks.

Man dies and he gets stupid.

Well I got a dead woman in mind.

One that's smart enough to go

riding around this island like

she's still got a heartbeat.

You mean Patrick O'Flynns girl.

We got to get these things to learn

to eat something other than us.

She might be the one, Chuck.

She just might be the one.

You were sweet on

her werent yeah?

Yeah, well it wouldn't

a worked out.

Seems like nothing ever does.

Vinyl. Gag me.

Hey.

Medicine?

Thanks.

I got a needle and thread

you want me to sew that up?

Sewing is women's works.

- You're an a**hole.

- I told you I'm fine?

Stubborn a**hole.

Cisco?

Cisco?

Cisco?

Cisco?

Forget low tech,

this place is no tech.

I don't know, man.

I don't know what we got

ourselves into out here.

Dalmatian

Damnation?

Dalmatian

Town I was born in.

Way down in the ass

crack of Alabama.

It was small.

Nobody from the outside

ever came sniffing around...

...folks on the inside always

wanted to know your business

every minute of the day.

Town was there 6 years before

they decided to call it something.

When they couldn't think of anything better

they named it after the Fire Chiefs dog.

I like small towns but

small towns give

birth to small people.

But you're not a small person.

What are you like 6.2", 6.3"?

I don't think I'm

full grown yet.

Who knows?

Might even end

up taller than you.

You might kid

Whenever you get

to be full grown.

Whoa, whoa it's me.

Cisco, Jesus.

Leave me alone.

- Cisco.

- Leave me alone.

It's beautiful, no?

It is a beautiful place to live.

and to die.

You know what is

happening to me?

Yeah.

Then go back to the others.

Tell them I say goodbye.

No way, Cisco.

Okay, if you want to watch.

No.

Jesus.

You don't kill yourself.

If you kill yourself,

you burn in hell.

That's one thing your

God doesn't forgive.

Finally did it, Cisco.

Finally changed

my life forever.

I'll never forget you.

Who the hell are you?

Who the hell are you?

It doesn't matter who I am.

There's only one man around here

who matters and I got a feeling

he is gonna want to meet you.

Lem.

Come on.

No.

No, f*** you.

Are you okay?

I think I need to

check the shoulder out.

There's a first aid kit

in that knapsack there.

I'm going to pass out.

Sh*t.

okay..ah...okay

F***.

Okay.

Sh*t.

You forgot your gun.

You're an idiot.

Too loud.

Oh, Jesus.

Patrick.

I brought William and my boy.

We been putting them down just

like you said we should have

done from the start.

My Susan had to

put her down too.

It's been bad.

Thank you for coming.

Help!

Bastards.

She's not eating with us?

Women and children

have their place.

Children quiet in their bed ...

... and women in the kitchen.

Some women might

disagree with that.

How did you get over here?

Boat.

Did you come alone?

Yeah, yeah.

Well, that's funny.

Because two of my ranch hands

were over at the other side of

Pussyfoot this morning.

Only one came back.

Told me he got into

a bit of fracas with...

...6 strangers.

One was a kid,

number 6 was Patrick O'Flynn.

I'm sure the old bastard filled

your head with all sorts of

bad thoughts about me and mine.

Well, I was born a Muldoon.

At school, my teacher

was a Muldoon.

The good man who tought

me ranching was a Muldoon.

My priest, I was named after

him, Father Seamus Muldoon.

You might notice that all the folks

in these pictures look a bit poorly.

That's because all the pictures

were taken after they died.

We felt the need

to keep them with us.

Just like I'm trying to do now.

Those that have fallen all of

them, all I'm praying for ...

... is to keep them with us.

All my life I stuck to

the Good Lord's word.

They is his practices.

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