The Boneyard Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 98 min
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you know just add water,
poof, electrocution.
What a waste, quite a cute one, wanna see?
- Chen's dead, yeah they
were takin' him over
to a psychiatric ward,
- You guys wanna give me a hand here?
- Well it looks like you have
another run to make, Marty.
- Who'd wanna kill themselves,
who'd wanna end up here?
Still some nutty people out there.
- Yeah.
Hey, whoa, whoa!
- The key, get the key!
- What key?
- The elevator key, you
got it, come on man!
- Whoa!
Whoa!
- What happened?
- Stretcher collapsed.
- She is, weighs a ton.
- Dead weight.
- No that's funny, no you are funny.
- You know, you're in luck
I have room for one more.
- Oh well, that's a break.
- Ah.
Let me get the doors.
- Okay.
- Oh Jesus!
Damn it!
Sh*t!
- All right.
- Are you sure you wanna see this?
- Come on man, see the world.
- Do you wanna stay in
here and watch this?
- Go ahead ad puke if you have to boy.
Let's see if you can fill this.
Go ahead and get the forklift, Harry.
This one's a wrap.
- Holy sh*t!
- Whoa, whoa!
No, no!
No, no!
Hey, whoa!
- You don't understand,
I gotta have that key.
- Forget it, lady.
That's what happened.
- Damn it.
I need the elevator key,
now, they gotta be warned!
- Warned?
- The bodies, the bodies
we saw, they're not dead.
- We get a live one, now and then.
- Please.
Damn you!
- Floofsoms!
Sic 'em!
Fetch Floofsoms, fetch,
fetch, fetch, fetch!
Come on, come on, let's go!
Bite me, bite me!
Fat b*tch!
- Alley run!
Run, run!
Hey!
Open up in there!
- Jersey!
- Come on, open the door!
- They're coming!
- Open up, hurry up!
- Shut the door!
- Lock it, lock it!
- Jesus Jersey, I tried to warn you.
I had a vision, really strong,
like nothin', nothin' I ever had before.
My God, Chen was right.
- You know I got a call about
an hour ago from downtown.
Mr. Chen killed himself.
- From what you told
me, I don't blame him.
It was a mess, we ran like crazy.
Those of us who could run.
- You know we were
lucky we heard that bell
from the elevator when you came down.
- Why didn't you take it back up?
- We couldn't, we were
lucky just to get here.
Oh!
Easy.
- Hey, what about her?
- Ah, the morgue driver, Marty
brought her in, but she was alive.
- Alive?
My God.
Are you okay?
Is she all right?
- Better than she would have been?
She was on the autopsy table.
- Damn it Shepard.
How the hell can something
like that happen?
Does anybody know who she is?
- It's Dana.
My name is Dana and it's not their fault.
I did it to myself.
- Why?
- Why live?
It just hurt too much.
- How's that, Dana?
- Jesus, we gotta get outta here.
- Dead.
- You gotta dial 09, everything
goes though the switchboard.
Oh.
- It's ringing.
Shep, what about that door?
- There is another office that
connects to the other side.
- Will it get us to the elevator?
- No, but it's closer
than we are right now.
- Hey, whoa, whoa, I mean, what a second.
Wait just one minute.
I mean, those things could just be
waiting out there, hanging around.
For all we know they're
right outside the door.
Maybe we should just stay put,
wait until someone shows up here.
I mean, sooner or later someone's
gonna come down here and--
- Get ripped to pieces.
- Or worse.
Maybe Chen didn't do such a good job
of keepin' that kyoshi thing locked up.
Maybe it got out.
Twice.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Are you saying that the
But how?
- I don't know, I'm just saying
that I think we oughta be careful.
In case it's looking for new recruits.
- Hope the coroner's office
has a slow night tonight.
- This thing isn't working.
Poopinplatz must be away
from her desk, that's all.
- You can call later,
there're other phones.
Look, I'm gonna open that door.
And when I do, get ready
to shut it, just in case.
Sh*t, it's locked.
Give me a minute.
All right back off, will ya?
- Hey, wait, wait a minute, wait a minute.
and let's suppose they're out there.
We won't be able to lock this again.
- Hey Shep, could you use these?
- Bingo, skeleton key.
- That's appropriate for this place.
Ready?
Easy, easy.
- Listen, there's the door.
Go through it, turn right.
The elevator's about 100 feet.
- What is this place?
- It's the evidence storage room.
- It's where they keep
the stuff from the bodies.
- Hey, hold it just a minute.
Let me just have that, right?
You've heard of pipe bombs?
I mean it's diffused but still.
- Look at this.
This is great.
- Floofsoms!
Floofsoms!
- Poopinplatz, if we can hear her, then.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- Go ahead, honey.
- Gah!
Oh!
Damn!
Get back!
- The elevator, somebody's
coming down here.
- Stop 'em, I don't want anyone down here!
- Dana!
- No, but he's got the gun.
- Damn, come on Shep.
- Poopinplatz, are you okay?
- Well, no thanks to you.
What the hell are these things?
- Sh*t.
- Ah, oh!
- Come on.
- No, no, I got her,
you take care of that.
- Wait a second.
- Over here.
Come on, come on, try and get it out.
- Here, here.
- Hey, here, take the gun.
No, not like that, come on,
hold it away from your
body and hold it tight.
If you have to use it, it kicks.
- Just hurry, okay?
I don't wanna find out.
- Oh!
- Mullin!
- Jersey!
Hey!
We're okay, I'm okay, we're okay.
- Where are you there?
- I'm at the elevator.
- There's another one dead
in the toxicology lab.
Can you get outta there?
- Yeah, the elevator's trashed.
I shot the sh*t out of it.
But we're gonna try to climb
- Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute!
There's another one alive
out there, you know?
How is she?
- Oh sh*t.
You're gonna have to come up here.
I can't reach it.
Maybe if you get on my shoulders.
Come on, easy, up.
There you go, come on, come on.
You all right?
Come on, you okay?
Yeah, be careful, it's slippery.
Come on.
Well, that was pretty brave.
- Not really.
stay down there by myself?
I feel safer with you.
- Don't tell Jersey that.
He thinks I'm riding on the badges
of a long line of nepotistic cop.
He'd think you were crazy.
- What about you?
Do you think I'm crazy?
- Well, no.
I mean, I don't know, maybe
frightened, confused maybe.
- Crazy.
- No, no, I just, I don't understand
how someone like you could--
- What do you mean, someone like me?
- Well, you got stuff goin' for you.
Your whole life's ahead of you.
I mean, you're pretty and,
what, what?
- Ah, it's kinda hard
to make sense of it now.
Everything just seemed to
come crashing down, you know?
The opportunity was there and I took it.
It was just a stupid, idiotic mistake.
- Hey, it's okay, really.
- No, it's not okay!
I tried to kill myself, Gordon!
I mean, I gave into every little thing
that reared its ugly head at me.
I just let life fall apart on me.
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