(shouts)
(both shouting at once)
Are you sure you want to do this?
(clatters)
SHERIFF HAGUE: Everybody grab a badge and a gun.
You're all deputies as of this moment forward.
Except for you, Wray.
Yo.
What do we got?
Something's wrong up there.
J.T. Always comes out and greets.
Let's go.
Try not to shoot yourselves.
Don't shoot each other.
But especially...
don't shoot me.
(grunts)
J. T?
Go on! Get off him, Rusty!
(dog whines)
God damn, J.T.
Yah!
(grunting)
- (sighs) - (J.T. Chuckles)
Barbecue?
Asshole.
Damn good sausage link, J.T.
Best in Texas.
Must've passed out after I killed those things.
Nice shootin'.
Everybody gather up supplies.
We head out in 20!
I think I nailed it.
Holy shit, I think I finally cracked it.
I finally found my... my award-winning barbecue sauce!
Your blood's in it.
God damn it, he's right.
(horn honking)
(honking)
Hey, my other tooth fell out.
Heh.
It sure did.
Hey, your tooth fell out, too.
We're toothless buddies.
Oh, we sure are.
I want you to open that for Mommy.
Now, take the gun.
Careful.
And if anyone comes to the door that isn't me,
I want you to shoot them, okay?
I'm not kidding, Tony.
You shoot them...
just like your video games.
You shoot them in the head.
What if it's Dad?
Especially if it's your dad.
(gasps)
And be careful where you point that thing.
You'll blow your own face off.
I'll be right back.
I love you. (kiss)
(gunshot)
(screaming)
Tony!
Aah!
Hello, baby.
(rip)
Ohh!
(snarling)
I'm gonna eat your brains...
and gain your knowledge.
Stay away!
Look what you did to our son!
Stay away!
God damn it, I told you I didn't want to see you again.
Daddy!
(snarling)
Get your sorry ass in here!
Aah!
If it's escape vehicles you want, escape vehicles I got.
Right this way.
Watch that meat.
Meet my wife.
(chuckles)
Jesse James Custom Dominator.
I made Jesse a plate of barbecue so goddamn good,
he made this baby for me free of fuckin' charge. Heh heh heh.
Got anything that could transport more people?
Where's the top?
This baby's chopped permanent.
Ain't got no roll bar, chicken wire, none of that shit.
- No protection. - But she's fast.
Nitrous-injected, 350-horsepower engine.
Who are you?
I mean, really.
Wray's Wreckage.
That's what it says on your truck.
Are you a wrecker, Wray?
I'm nobody.
It's the easiest thing to remember.
So remember it.
J. T: Just stack 'em on top of the counter.
Hey, you want some barbecue?
Heh heh heh. Best in Texas.
Aw, no, thanks.
What's the matter, you don't eat meat?
Oh, I eat meat.
I also eat lots of shit.
You see this?
What's that?
Shit-eating grin.
(laughs)
You ought to be a comedian. (laughs)
What do you think of the leg?
Oh, that's funny. (laughs)
How's your stump?
They knocked it out something fierce.
Still can't feel a thing.
This must be the real Bone Shack.
(sighs, waterbed sloshes)
Old J.T. Knows how to live.
Like fuck he does.
I like how you say "fuck".
Good. Fuck you.
Fuck me?
Oh, so, now you're the comedian.
Go ahead, drop your pants.
That'll be good for a laugh.
I highly doubt that.
That's my jacket.
Yes, I know.
I looked for it for two weeks.
Look, you were being an unbelievable dick.
I was walking out on you.
I was cold. I took your fucking jacket.
So, if you're gonna go on one of your psycho obsessive controlling rants
about a fucking jacket, then fucking take it,
'cause I'd rather fucking freeze than fucking hear about it one more time.
Did you find what was in the pocket?
Fuck no.
Look for it.
No, the other one.
I was gonna give it to you, but you left me.
You took the jacket.
(together) And I looked for it for two weeks.
Read it.
"Two against the world."
Remember that?
I never forgot it.
Then why'd you leave?
Because you didn't believe in us,
or in me.
(moans)
(whirring and clicking)
(films slows down)
(snarling)
(grunting)
I figured one of them new deputies might end up shootin' me,
but not you, Tolo!
Sorry. I'm sorry.
- Dumbass. - You're gonna be all right.
- McGraw's here. - WOMAN: Now, now, now.
- And a whole bunch of others. - Everybody in!
Come on!
Over here.
Move your ass! Come on!
(speaking Spanish)
(groans)
What did I tell you, Tony?
Don't point the gun at yourself.
Didn't I tell you that?
Thank you for telling me about...
you know.
Don't mention it.
That's an order.
If I had known that you were...
EIWray...
I wouldn't have given you such a hard time.
I didn't mean to be a prick about it.
Need-to-know basis, that kind of shit.
Take this.
Do what you do best.
No, you're not!
Don't give him the gun. Not...
Give him the gun, Tolo.
(Sheriff Hague grunting)
Give him the gun.
Give him all the guns.
(rock music playing)
Holy shit.
That boy's got the devil in him.
We gotta fight them off.
Get to our vehicles.
Everyone behind me!
(snarling)
(screaming)
(snarling)
Outside now!
(speaking Spanish)
God damn you!
(snarling)
Everybody back inside!
You, Skip.
Front and center.
You go out front, start up the Kill Dozer.
We'll need it to transport the other survivors.
You fuckin' crazy? I'm not goin' out there.
- I'll cover you. - I'm not goin'.
I never miss.
Come on, Skip.
It's go-go.
Not cry-cry.
Cherry!
(snarling)
Oh, dear.
(growling)
- (grunting) - Ah!
(growling)
Aah!
J. T!
You take whoever you can fit in your convertible.
Everyone else on board!
Skip, grab the twins! Come along with me!
You take the chopper.
I need someone else to drive my truck!
I'll do it.
You're bleedin' like a stuck pig.
Your vision's blurred and you're on your last legs.
Anything else?
Don't wreck it.
Somebody grab the slaw!
You can't have no barbecue without coleslaw!
- Give me a gun. - Take this.
Fucking cool!
All right, y'all, head out. I'll hold 'em off.
I can take care of myself.
Bye, Daddy.
Do you remember how to ride a bike?
Useless talent number 32.
(revs engine)
Good.
Anyone else have a car?
Now, you're sure you're okay driving this thing?
Hell yeah.
Dakota... we're sorry about Tony.
Thanks.
Your engine is shot and you've got three blown tires.
But I've got his pocket bike in the trunk.
Is it fast?
Zero to fifty in four seconds.
You ride with her.
I'm Cherry.
You sure are.
Move out!
Damn shame.
(growling)
(shrieks)
(grunts)
- (barks) - Rusty!
- (yelps) - Aah!
God damn it!
Aah!
(growling)
(snarling)
Sheriff! How much ammo we got?
Not enough.
(machine gun fire, growling)
Don't shoot! We're not infected!
MULDOON: All survivors gotta come with us.
Especially you...
El Wray.
I don't go by that name anymore.
(Cherry screams)
(grunts)
It's okay. It's okay.
We're here in quarantine with the other survivors.
(man coughing)
Where is here?
CHERRY: The old army base.
El Wray?
That you?
He's with them. I saw him in their convoy earlier.
I'm a scientist...
and a businessman. Not military.
Which is why he's gonna tell us what the fuck is going on.
They're stealing biochemical weapons.
DC-2?
Also known as "Project Terror."
Designed to take out an entire populace in a controlled landlocked area.
You were supplying it to them.
- That's why they shut you out. - They found my supply.
It's under our feet.
Ten stories down.
What about countering with atropine and PAM-2?
Interferes with the neurotoxic delivery, sets off the cell-blaster,
and you're gushing blood and pus through every sacred hole in your body.
Appetizing.
The only treatment is a regimented exposure to DC-2 itself.
It delays the negative effects.
They need it...
like a drug.
Correct. But we found that a small percentage of people
are not affected by the gas itself,
and within this small percentage lies a cure.
What do you want to do?
Mexico.
Put our backs against the ocean
and defend ourselves from there.
No. We have to get back to my lab.
This infection will spread all over the world,
to every man, woman and child,
unless I finish my antidote.
You have an antidote?
(door opens)
You! You!
Come with us.
Move it!
Move it, Peggy!
Uhh!
(muffled) Do you like Ava Gardner?
I'm sorry?
Ava Gardner. Do you like her?
Yeah, I guess.
I was just thinking that you, uh...
kind of look like Ava Gardner a little bit.
(elevator stops)
You got something you want to say to me?
I have nothing to say to you.
You got nothing to say, huh? That's funny.
'Cause I could've swore you just gave me a "fuck you" look right now.
You want to say "fuck you" to me?
Not at this moment.
You know what this is?
A gun.
It's simplicity itself.
You see, you point it at what you want to die...
and you pull the little trigger here...
and a little bullet comes out of here.
And the little bullet hits you right there.
And you know what?
You don't look like Ava Gardner no more.
(holsters gun)
Don't taunt me, tramp.
I am not one to be taunted.
You got it?
Let me here you say, "I got it."
I got it.
You damn well better.
(elevator starts up)
Tool.
(saxophone playing)
J. T: (whispering) God damn it, that's it.
I figured it out.
Salt.
Got it all figured out. It's salt.
Blood is salty. (laughs)
That's all my sauce needed, was just a little more salt.
It just needed a little thickening agent. You know what I'm talkin' about?
What are you doing, J. T?
That's all I gotta do, is put a little more salt in.
It'd just do the same goddamn thing that the blood did.
I tell you what, brother, that little bit of blood did the trick.
Don't do nothin' stupid, J.T. I got it covered.
It's already got my sweat, it's got my tears. Now all it needs is some blood!
- Drop the gun! - J. T!
(grunting)
- Do it now! - Okay, okay!
Don't shoot!
J.T., you all right?
(J.T. Grunts)
Uhh!
Hey, you all right, bro?
J. T: God damn it, I'm not all right at all, brother.
Not at all.
Wait here.
Oh... I sure will.
(chuckles)
Goddamn sauce.
NARRATOR: "Women in Cages".
See them in action.
(women shouting)
See them in love.
See them in terror.
White skin on the black market.
Softflesh for hard cash.
"Women in Cages."
I'm gonna go get my dick wet.
She's got one leg.
Easier access.
You got a point.
Get the rest of this shit upstairs and we'll blow this entire floor.
Yes, sir.
(beeps)
(alarm blaring)
(machinery clacking)
Get Lewis down here.
He's getting his dick wet, sir.
Get him the fuck down here now!
(grunts)
Lewis?
Wilson?
(machines power down)
Where are my men?
I've got several right here.
(bag sloshes)
What the fuck's this?
Their balls, sweetheart.
I'm walking out of here with this shit, Wray.
- Let us go. - Tell me why we should.
Because I earned it.
How do you figure that?
You want the story? I'll spin it for you quick.
A termite's nest of caves on the Afghan border,
me and my men walking around with our dicks in our hands
and our balls in our throats, lookin' for America's most wanted.
- Bin Laden. - Yeah.
For once, our intel was right on the money.
I come around a corner...
bam, there he is, lookin' me right in the eyes.
Wait.
You killed bin Laden?
I put two in his heart, one in his computer.
So that was you.
Yeah.
That was me.
Class-A clusterfuck.
He wasn't supposed to be there, we weren't supposed to be there,
and I sure as fuck wasn't supposed to be the one to punch his dialysis ticket.
So, instead of a chest full of medals, we get a face full of DC-2.
No cure.
That is, not until we found somebody from the other side
willing to sell us batches of this shit.
Science comes first, but business comes a close fucking second.
WRAY: Then you realized if you could infect a large enough populace,
the experiment and its survivors,
you'd find a cure.
I swore to my men that I'd do everything in my power
to keep them alive.
And that's what I intend to do, Wray.
(Muldoon groaning, skin bubbling)
Understand?
I never had a choice.
(snarling)
Neither do I, sir.
God bless you and your service to this country.
(snarls)
You're a doctor?
Heh.
I was earlier tonight.
I always wanted to be a doctor.
Instead, I can do...
this.
Ohh. Useless talent number 66.
I'm very pliable.
DAKOTA: A girlfriend of mine had a theory.
She said at some point in your life,
you find a use for every useless talent you ever had.
It's like, uh, connecting the dots.
I'm not that optimistic.
I feel like I'm sinking down the drain and I can't get out.
She'd say...
when you're stuck in that spiral...
you reach up.
What if there's nothing up there?
Just reach up.
You're a dancer.
I was earlier tonight.
Well, I'm pulling you out of retirement!
(grunting)
Get your ass up!
Now, I'm starved for entertainment, baby, and that means you.
Radio!
##
Wail, baby, now!
# Goin'to a party... #
That's... (chuckles)
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Dance it up.
Keep dancing!
# 'Cause now I'm jaded... #
I have seen me some crazy ass shit in my day...
but ain't never seen me a one-legged stripper.
I have seen me a stripper with one breast,
and I've seen me a stripper with 12 toes,
and I've seen me a stripper with no brains at all,
but I ain't never seen me a one-legged stripper.
And I've been to Morocco.
Dance, bitch!
Break a leg!
Break it off! Ha ha!
(gasps)
Dance for me, motherfucker.
- Uhh! - Aaaaah!
Aah!
Ohhhh!
(grunting)
You thought it was pretty funny, didn't you?
Actually, yes.
You gave me some wood,
now I'm gonna give you...
some fuckin' wood!
Ah... ah!
(dramatic music playing)
(gasps)
Ahh!
The gas! You need your gas!
No! Fuck the gas, fuck it.
I'm just gonna have to make this quick.
(grunting)
(laughing)
Aah!
Uhh!
Where'd you get that?
Useless talent number 37.
Aaaaah!
(knuckles crack)
(groaning)
(banging)
Uhh! Uhh!
I broke my leg.
That's okay. I made you something.
(clang)
I do believe in you.
Always have.
I believe that you could be better.
You deserve better,
even better than me.
Right now,
I need you to become...
who you're meant to be.
Stand.
(grunting)
I'd stand clear if I were you.
(grunting)
Open that door, will you, baby?
Uhh!
(music playing on radio)
(music stops)
They've destroyed most of the tanks.
Any that are left we'll get on our way to the helicopters.
There are two helicopters,
big enough to take all of us.
Who can fly?
Can anyone else fly a helicopter?
I can fly, but...
no way in hell I'm gonna fly tonight.
Okay. Cool.
I'll fly.
Let's go.
I think we're gonna stay here, Wray.
You'll take care of this for me, then, Sheriff?
With pleasure.
Three minutes.
Your brother's a good man, J.T.
Best in Texas.
Hop on.
No, the other way.
Oh.
No. The other way.
(tires screech)
(blows)
The helicopters are on the other side of this wall.
(overlapping chatter)
We make a run for it!
No! If we all get killed, there's no stopping this plague.
Don't you get it?
We're the antidote.
Well, is there another way around?
Wait here.
(weapon fires)
I don't suppose there are any other biochemical engineers around? Heh.
- (weapon fires) - Take that as a no.
We have to get over that wall!
I was thinkin' we could build us a new place,
right there where the old one was.
You cook,
I work the back.
You don't make that rent so goddamn high.
We share the recipe, we share the rent.
Start at 250 degrees.
I knew it.
For how long?
- 12 pounds? - Sure.
12 pounds, 12 hours.
Wrapped in tin foil, right?
I don't use no goddamn foil.
Damn.
Tomatoes? Fresh?
Canned.
- No shit? - Yeah.
You score me some?
Oh, yeah.
'Cause we're brothers.
Thank you for this.
You just remember...
you got to take this recipe to your grave.
(straining) I think I can... goddamn guarantee that.
(laughs)
(growling)
That's our cue.
Cherry, darling...
it's all you.
(rock music playing)
(grunting)
Let's go!
(snarling)
(grunting)
Aah!
Wray!
Damn it, Wray.
Ohh.
Okay. You need to get up 'cause we're leaving.
They told me I'd find you here.
I was beginning to lose hope.
I'm sorry...
but I lied.
I did want to hurt you.
My turn.
(grunting)
No more dead bodies for Daddy tonight.
Never did like that son of a bitch.
About as useless as a pecker on a pope.
Don't touch anything.
I want to fly it.
- He said not to touch anything! - You don't know what you're doing!
- I do know what I'm doing! - No, you don't!
- Shut up! Shut up! - Shut up, sit down...
and don't fuckin' touch anything!
(groaning)
Everybody sit down!
Whoo!
(snarling)
Yi-yi-yi-yi-yi! R-r-r-r-rah-ha!
(all grunting)
Hit the wipers.
Go on, leave me.
I am not leaving you here like this.
Motherfuckers around here eat road kill.
(laughs)
See? I'm funny.
I made you laugh.
Go to the ocean.
Put your backs to it. Protect yourselves there.
I'm not leaving you, Wray.
(crying) It's two against the world.
It will be.
I promise.
I never miss.
Don't worry, baby.
You'll find your way.
(cries, mutters)
(grunts)
(Cherry sobbing)
(helicopter hovering overhead)
Reach up!
DAKOTA: Reach up!
(crying)
##
(woman singing)
CHERRY: It's like you said it would be, Wray.
I'm like you said I would be.
I find the lost...
the weary...
those that have no hope.
I find them and I lead them...
to a land we've made for ourselves.
The land by the sea.
(snarling)
(neighs)
(horse nickers)
(woman singing)
CHERRY: It's beautiful.
She's beautiful.
I wish you could see us, us two.
It's like you said it would be.
Two against the world, baby.
Two against the world.
(film warbles)
##
# See the pyramids along the Nile #
# Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle #
# Just remember, darlin', all the while #
# You belong to me #
# See the marketplace in old Algiers #
# Send me photographs and souvenirs #
# Just rememberwhen a dream appears #
# You belong to me #
# I'll #
# Be so alone #
# Without you #
# Maybe #
# You'll be lonesome, too #
# And blue #
# Fly the ocean in a silver plane #
# See the jungle when it's wet with rain #
# Just remember till you're home again #
# You #
# Belong #
# To me #