The Domestics
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- Year:
- 2018
- 95 min
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You probably
already know what happened.
Then again, you might not.
You might not even give a sh*t.
But I'm gonna tell you anyway.
We all went about
our daily lives,
oblivious to how bad things
were in the world.
And then they hit
the reset button,
erasing all of their problems along with hundreds
of millions of lives.
No one saw it coming.
The end.
The lucky ones
were dead in seconds.
As for the rest of us,
immune to the black poison,
we had to decide.
Hang on to the civility
of the past,
or become savages
in a new dark future.
Hey, kids, this is 99.2 KILU...
and you're listening
The Last Radio Show.
for all you domestics
out there,
just trying to stay alive.
If you're new to the area,
listen up,
and I'll fill you in
on all the sh*t
we've been dealing with
here, in the
once beautiful Midwest.
Still no word
from the US government.
What a shocker.
But I suppose when you make
the decision to crop dust
your country
with deadly chemicals,
there's really not
much more to say.
I guess that's what happens
when a democracy turns
into a dictatorship.
You thought
we had problems before?
Debts, disease,
dwindling resources?
Some barista put too much syrup in your macchiato
f***ing Frappuccino?
You know what I saw
the other day?
A guy wearing a goddamn
deer head holding an AK-47.
the son of a b*tch
used to be my neighbor.
This once great nation
on God's green earth
It belongs to the gangs.
That's right, daddy-o,
the Midwest may have been
the land of macaroni casserole, fresh cut lawns
and Schlitz beer,
but we've got some
of the worst gangs
in the country.
Nailers, Plowboys,
Gamblers, Cherries, Sheets,
just to name a few.
They're all bad news.
So keep your eyes open,
your guns loaded,
because in this world,
you shoot first,
then run like hell.
You dig?
Well, that's enough
of my bullshitting,
let's play some music.
We're on day 902 of our weekend oldies marathon.
You might be asking,
"Crazy Al, is this not
the weekend anymore?"
Well, honey,
I just don't give a f***.
With that said,
here's Roosevelt Nettles
on the Chess label
- with Drifting Heart.
-
-Yep.
-Why?
You got everything you need
right here.
You think
I don't know that?
I know it's probably
the stupidest thing
I've ever done.
But I still love her.
- You see, this is why
I never got married.
Look, Mark,
I'm not gonna tell you
what to do,
because I know you know
what's out there.
You get one flat tire,
you're f***ing dead.
If you still feel this is
the only way to save
your marriage,
for the love of God,
take a different car.
I fixed it.
-You fixed it?
-Yep.
Uh, are we still talking about
the same car?
I fixed it.
Crazy Al's radio party.
The music time machine...
Hi, this is Crazy Al.
another shitty-ass day,
daddy-o.
Thanks for tuning
into KILU radio.
No requests, no dedications,
just a kick ass soundtrack
to your new way of life.
Stay off the freeways
and watch out
for those snipers.
And if you see someone
dressed like a ghost,
shoot that motherf***er
because Sheets
ain't trick-or-treating.
As that great philosopher
Baba-Oom-Mow-Mow once said
"Doo-wop unto others
as you would have them
doo-wop unto you."
Come on, let's make this quick.
Those f***ers
are still out there.
F*** the Sheets.
F***ing pussies.
Those f***ing pussies
just kicked our asses.
Come on, let's eat some beans
and get the f*** outta here.
We still got that town
up the road.
Open the door.
Hold down the gas.
You guys want
any salt and pepper?
Come one.
Here's another safety update for all you domestics out there
braving the barren countryside.
It's official that Sheets and Nailers are in a turf war.
I know you f***ers
can hear me out there.
So do us all a favor
and just kill each other
so we can get on
with our lives.
With that said,
it's time to get safe.
Pull off the roads,
find some shelter,
because the sun is going down.
thirty-five past the hour
and you're listening
We should
stay off the roads.
Crash here for the night.
Do you think it's safe?
We'll find out.
This will never be us,
I promise.
Miss Milwaukee,
this is Eagle. Over.
Miss Milwaukee,
this is Eagle. Over.
Mom?
Okay.
I just wanted to let you know
that we're on our way.
I wish I could hear your voice.
I know Mark wants to fix things between us.
I just don't know how. We've been broken for too long.
I wish you could tell me
everything's going to be
all right.
I miss you.
You remember when
we used to complain
about the Milwaukee drive?
Five hours.
Seems like nothing now.
You think
I'll be able to, uh...
To get your dad to give me
his gun this time?
The one you always steal
from his safe?
Mmm. The Wildey Magnum? Yeah.
I doubt it.
He doesn't like you.
No, he does not.
the last thing
he said to me was
- "Get your sh*t together,
you clown."
It was nice.
Good night, Markus.
All right, kids,
it's 20 past the hour
and this is Crazy Al,
bringing you words of wisdom
and a whole lot of good goddamn music, too.
Hey, we are on day 903 of our
weekend oldies marathon.
- With that said,
Denny Reed on the Trey label.
It's calledNo One Cares.
Where you headed?
You guys and your scary masks.
Argh!
No, stop. Please.
Stop! Stop! Stop, please!
Please don't do it.
My guys are tired. Angry.
They need
Understand?
Now if you happened to know
where we could find
a woman's touch...
-No.
-...we'd greatly appreciate it.
I wouldn't want these animals
to have to go to town
on your friend here.
Not their preference.
We're the same, you and I.
You do this for me,
I'd personally see to it
that you live.
Join the Nailers
and own the f***ing world.
I'm nothing like you.
F*** it! Come on.
Wait, please, please.
Listen, I saw someone.
A girl. A girl and a guy,
This house
had Christmas lights.
Did it have a manger?
You know, the baby Jesus thing?
Yeah, we hit that sh*t up
the other day.
No. No. This was last night.
You just let them go?
They seemed, uh...
They seemed nice.
What about this one?
F***!
F*** him.
I don't want to die here.
We're not.
We are not.
I want to go home.
Hey, we are, okay? We are.
I'm going to take
you home, okay?
It's going to be okay,
all right?
Look at me.
Hey, it's going to be fine.
Say it for me.
Come on, say it.
Be careful.
Miss Milwaukee,
this is Eagle. Over.
Miss Milwaukee,
this is Eagle. Over.
Mom?
for all you domestics
out there.
Word on the street is
there's a renegade Cherry
saving women and killing anyone in her way.
Look out, boys,
she's a f***ing psycho!
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