The Car Page #5

One of you has got to get there.

You're that sure he'll show?

No, but what have we got to lose?

You stay on the switchboard.

I'm going. They were my friends, too.

It's about God damn time, Tonto.

These God damn roaches

are as big as hen eggs. What...

What are you doing?

This ain't no way...

I'm a taxpayer, you damn savage.

I pay your salary.

I'll sue you. I'll sue the city.

You're choking me, Chas.

You dumb Indian. Turn me loose.

Sit on...

down.

We need you.

I got it.

Easy. You cough with these blasting caps...

and they'll blow your balls up

around your tonsils. Easy, now.

Okay, let's go.

- Lauren, is that you?

- Margie, it's Wade.

- Wade? I thought it was Lauren.

- Margie, listen to me.

- Why aren't you in the hospital?

- Don't come in here. Go back upstairs.

- What's the matter?

- Did you hear me? Get in the house.

- What is wrong, Wade?

- Go back upstairs. The car, it's in here.

Oh, my God.

Daddy!

- Debra.

- My ears hurt.

It'll be okay.

Cover your ears.

Guys, he's hanging in right on my tail.

You better be ready.

You're too early.

We're still on the way, for Christ's sake.

You're still on the way?

Did Amos get to the canyon yet?

How the hell should I know?

Stall him, Wade, you've got to stall him.

Luke, do you read me?

He's turned off the main road,

going north across Jelly's Field.

He's really moving.

I can barely keep up with him.

Jesus.

And he seems to know

exactly where he's going.

That son of a b*tch

is coming right behind us.

Okay, hang on.

He's going towards the canyon.

I've got him, Luke.

Get to the top of the canyon.

- Ashberry, how many have we planted now?

- About five cases, Chas.

Amos, how many have you got left?

I got about 10 cases left. I hear an engine.

Can you see anything?

- Two vehicles. One's a bike.

- Sh*t. Somebody's early.

No time to plant your sticks.

We'll get across to the other side

and place as many boxes as we can.

- Where's the rope?

- Just below the rise there.

Come on.

Come on, move it.

Wade's holding him at the bottom.

Here.

Jesus. Hold on, Wade.

What do we do now, Amos?

Pull him up. Give us another minute.

Come on, guys, lets get these wires

over to the other side.

Then we'll bury him.

Watch the wire, fellows.

Wade, it's stuck!

Tell them not to stop. He's coming up.

Don't stop! The car is coming up!

Damnation! The detonator in the truck.

Get it out, quick!

Come on, Wade.

Over here!

Come on!

Come on.

Where?

- Damn it, Wade, he'll see us.

- I want him to. Come on.

Parker!

God.

Get the spindle!

The wire, it ran out. What are we gonna do?

We'll splice it.

Wade, you're crazy. He'll kill us.

We gotta get his attention.

- Come on.

- No.

Look at him. He thinks he's got us.

- Come on, Wade.

- Not yet.

- Wade.

- Not yet.

No, not yet. Now go!

Hit it!

Hit the damn thing!

Well...

whoever he was, he isn't anymore.

It's all over, Luke.

But didn't you see it in the fire?

He's down there under 100 tons of rock.

- But in the fire, I saw...

- It's over, Luke.

It's over.

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