Feast (2005) Movie Script
(wind whistling)
(tires screech)
(horn blares continuously)
(courntry music plays
irn distarnce)
(laughing)
- Asshole!
- Look out, Bozo!
(laughing)
Hey. Hey. Hey!
What?!
Shut up, fag.
(music plays)
The friggin' maids took my laptop.
I'm talkin' about everytlhirng.
I've got fourteen quality leads
waiting for me in that area.
Yeah.
No. They're with Packard, bro.
Hewlett-Pack...
Wake up!
Ohh! Just get outta here.
Hey, uh, how much
for the whole night, Grandma?
You should be so lucky.
- Oooh... hot for teacher.
- Oh, you little...
God damrn.
Dude you're late.
I have to leave in a half hour.
Don't dilly-dally, then.
Rack 'em.
Dilly-dally. I'll just dilly-dally over
and grab that money from you.
(clatter)
Damn!
I mean, we've been
going out for years,
and all of a sudden... bang... she drops me.
No, I'm not saying I ever Ihad it,
but I've definitely lost it.
I mean, I used to be a model.
J.C. Penney. Springwear.
Yeah. See? See, look.
Look. See?
- That was one of my model things.
- Oh. Yeah.
It might not look like it now...
that's 'cause I'm wearing work clothes,
so it doesn't really fit, you know,
but if I was wearing my modeling clothes,
trust me, I'd look like a model.
Yeah, yeah, you're full of shit.
COACH:
You know, Chach...
I take the rubble of man...
and I build superstars.
Come on, man.
Fuck that shit.
I don't want no brochures
in here, man.
I mean, this guy,
he gets an open tab all the time here.
Watch. Watch. Watch.
Amen, Brother Ben.
Shot a rooster, killed a hen.
Now, that's Hollywood talk.
That's showbiz, brother.
If you change your mind.
BARTENDER: If you're gonna
hang around a while, that's great.
- But you gotta move your truck.
- Yeah. No, I hear ya.
- But you gotta move your truck.
- Yeah. No, I hear ya.
I keep forgettin'.
This place is hoppin'.
Oh, no. Listen, your money
can't buy shit here, Sergeant.
- Well, thank you.
- Semper fi, man.
- Where you headed?
- I'm goin' home.
- Yeah?
- I'm gonna go home,
kiss my wife,
be back on the front lines
as soon as they'll have me.
- That's truly righteous, man.
- You don't know my wife.
(Bartender laughs)
Ohh.
- Evenin'.
- (coughs)
Oh, I was... I was, uh...
I was just lookin' for ya.
Zip it, shitbox.
You dropped off the beer.
Now take a hike.
Okay.
- Now! Now!
Ohh, man.
(chokes)
Goddamn dirt weed.
(coughing)
Rum and Coke...
without the Coke.
Keep it.
Not from around here, are ya?
- What gave me away?
- You have all your teeth.
Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah.
I'm off in five.
Whisky shooter, please.
BARTENDER:
Which tab?
Mine.
- Hey, watch it there, buddy.
- Jeez, dude, I'm playing a game.
- Well, so am I.
- Yeah, mine's for real money, though.
That's all she wrote.
What the fuck!
Oh!
- That's a rough one.
- That is fucking impossible!
Don't get your panties in a bunch.
Want to go again?
- Goddamnit, no!
- Come on.
"Crap-ay" diem!
Fuckin' pussy.
Anybody wanna go?
(panting)
Mom, when are we going home?
After my meeting.
BOSSMAN:
Come orn. Baby. Let's rock arnd roll.
Okay. You know the drill.
Keep these on.
Come orn.
I carn't do tlhis by myself. Lhorney.
Now!
BARTENDER:
Come on. Take you to your car.
Not tonight.
I have an escort.
Eighteen bucks, pal.
I guess I'll hold on to this.
Ah! Ah, shit!
Shit! Slhit!
(Bossman whooping and laughing)
Ohh! Olhlh!
Damn, baby, act like you feel it!
Ahh!
(Bossman laughs)
Shit fire!
Hey, uh, you boys want to
try your luck with the loot?
Come on.
Hey, I'll use one arm.
Nothing but a bunch of
limp dicks and pussies in here!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
You shut the fuck up,
or get out.
No, you shut up, old man.
Come on!
Gimme some action!
The fuck are you?
Unless you people want to die,
you'll do what I say
and you'll do it fast.
Mine's bigger'n yours.
Listen to me.
A storm of hell's comin' down
on this place any second.
I don't know what they are...
I don't know where they came from.
All I do know is that these fuckers
are fast, nasty, and hungry.
And there's four of 'em.
They got claws like Ginsu knives
and more teeth than a chainsaw.
They're comin'.
Right now.
So we gotta lock this bar down.
That means doors, windows,
drains, and zippers,
and we gotta do it fast.
You. Get a phone, call the cops,
National Guard, townies...
anybody who kicks ass...
and get 'em out here.
- Any questions?
- Yeah.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the guy
that's gonna save your ass.
Fuck.
(creature growling)
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Get down!
Where is he?
Where's my husband?
(creature growling)
Cody?
Come here.
I want you to stay...
right here.
I want you to stay in this closet
and do not move.
I don't care what you hear,
don't move!
(Honey Pie gasping hysterically)
(creature growling)
(creature shrieking)
Help me, somebody.
(creature growling)
Aah! Aah!
Aaahh! Aaahh!
(gunshots)
Aah!
(Harley Mom screaming)
Is it gone?
What the fuck?!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuckin'!
(sobbing)
Where's that little fucker?
(creature screeching)
I got it! I got it!
We're okay.
(creature growling)
- Scratch that.
- Close the motherfucking shutters!
God damn you!
Beer me.
- Is it clear?
- Unh! What the fuck?
Is it clear down there?
Yeah, I-I think...
I- I don't know.
I don't know, boss.
Is there a gun pointed at you?
No. No, I got...
I got the judge, see?
All right, nobody
moves down there. Nobody!
Shit.
BOSSMAN:
All right, goddamnit! Who shot me?
Oww! Fuck!
Who did it?!
What are you idiots looking at?
My goddamn foot's blown off here!
Who shot me?
Her fella.
My husband.
Where is the son of a bitch?
He's dead.
What?
What the fuck happened down here?
What? What?
Look, it wasn't me, all right?
It was a f-fucking monster
or something!
L- I didn't do nothin'.
One of their heads is over here.
Ow!
Yeah, that's...
that's definitely one for the wall.
Oh, my God.
What is that thing?
I have no...
I don't know.
I don't even know how I got here.
They were so fast.
That head used to be attached
to some huge, twisted body
like a rotting jackal or something,
like something out of a nightmare.
Of all the bars to be stuck in.
Anything else?
Yeah. We need to lock
this place down completely.
- Is everybody downstairs?
- My son...
- My son's upstairs!
- Wait! Stop her!
Cody!
Cody!
Cody?
(sobbing)
- Oh, God, no!
- Mommy?
Cody! I am never gonna
let you be alone again.
All right, look,
we gotta lock this place up.
Look, come here.
You okay?
Yeah?
I'm so sorry.
I am never gonna let you...
Aaaah!
Aah! Get it off me!
Aah! God!
TUFFY: No!
No!
No!
(sobbing) No!
No!
(coughing and retching)
TUFFY:
(sobbing) No! No!
No!
(Beer Guy coughing and retching)
Fuck! Aw!
BOSSMAN: Aw, God!
Somebody help me, man!
God damn! Ow!
Burnin', man! Shit!
Get this shit off me, man!
- Come on in...
- Fuck!
Come on, I got a sink in here.
Come on.
- Come on.
- Where'd he go, man?
All right. Ohh!
(coughing and retching)
BEER GUY: God! Aah!
(sobbing)
Was that the only phone?
BARTENDER:
Yep.
What about cell phones?
This is canyon country, honey.
It ain't gonna happen.
Well, we've got to
have sometlhirng here, right?
Just relax.
I've got a shortwave radio.
Except it's...
upstairs there, somewhere.
This is bullshit.
What did you say to me?
I didn't say anything, Flo.
(Beer Guy coughing and retching)
BARTENDER: How you doin', buddy?
You holdin' up?
Bad! I'm doin' bad!
- Fuck!
- It's green.
Yeah, I know!
You got any more water pressure?
- No, that's all it's got.
- Aw, fuck!
God, your sink sucks!
Oh, fu... oww!
The stuff's up my nose, man!
Can you... can you feel it?
Just calm down, you goddamn pussy.
You're all right.
I gotta go to the hospital, man.
I gotta fuckin' leave, man.
I need a doctor, man.
I'm outta here.
I'm goin' to the hospital.
I'm gettin' my truck. I'm goin'.
- Just calm down, okay?
- No, you calm down.
Now, you can risk your life,
but not mine.
My daughter is out there
waiting for me.
I have just as much reason
to get out of this place as you do.
But I also have
the common fuckin' sense to know
that staying alive means
being in here and not out there.
Do you understand?
Do you understand me?!
Yeah... yeah. Got... got ya. Got ya.
Pull that tough-guy shit again,
I will slice you from your neck
to your nuts.
This is bullshit, man.
You can't keep me here.
You fuckers can't keep me here, man!
This is bullshit.
This is fuckin' bullshit!
This is bullshit, man!
Fuck this.
...this shit off of me myself!
Act like you've had some.
- Oh, I've had some, baby.
- I haven't.
Oh, God.
That's gonna stain.
We can't risk letting them in.
Have they left? It's quiet.
HOT WHEELS:
No, they're still out there.
They're just listening to us.
We gotta start
clearin' these bodies up.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, shit! Fuck!
- Come on! Come on!
- Easy, bud.
It's just a death rattle.
He's gone, he just ain't done
movin' yet.
Let's wrap 'em up in tablecloths
and dump 'em in the basement.
All right?
- All right?
- All right.
Let's lock this place down.
("New Generation"
by Skid Row plays)
# I sold my soul for you #
# You cut my life in two #
# Nightmares from what I've seen
and where I've been #
# Made me run from you again #
# Controlling #
# Big Brother's eye #
# Containment? #
# I'd rather die! #
(Tuffy crying)
- Boo!
- Shit.
(creature rattling ice chest)
It's hungry again!
It's gonna eat us!
Just calm down, okay?
We have to kill this thing.
Fire in the hole.
(gunshots,
creature squealing)
(squealing continues)
(creature whimpering)
(whimpering stops)
How you like that,
you little bastard?
Ow!
God bless guns.
Aaahh!
Get this fuckin' thing off me!
(gunshot)
Aah!
(gunshot)
Okay.
HONEY PIE:
Jeez...
it took all that?
- All those bullets?
- That's the little one?!
We can't kill these things!
No way!
Look, we Ihave to fight these things.
We just have to be clever
about this, okay?
Maybe we don't need to
fight them at all.
Yeah. Why don't we
just call them names?
Fuckin' genius.
We're stuck here...
I can see this.
But what we need to do
is think outside the box.
We don't need to fight them.
We need to scare them.
We need to scare them back.
This...
..is a species stand-off.
We just need to show them
that we are not vulnerable.
That we... are formidable.
How?
I need a stick.
Open up that ice chest.
God damn.
Oh, shit.
All right,
give me some room.
It's gross.
How old do you think
that thing is?
- Take one of the planks off the window.
- No way.
Just one board. One minute.
It'll save your life. Just trust me.
- No.
- One board.
One minute. Home free.
Okay. Make it quick.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
- Wait. What are you doing?
- Showing superiority.
The scent of their dead
may drive them back.
- You see 'em?
- Is there like a call or something?
Come on, you
monkey motherfuckers!
Come on!
You can't fuck with man!
Sweet.
Whoa.
There's two of 'em.
(creature growls)
It's like they're wearing
dead animals or something.
Hey! It's working!
You're a genius.
See? What did I tell ya?
HEROINE:
Wait. There's a third.
It's like a family.
It's a goddamn family.
And we just killed their baby.
(creature howls,
then bellows)
Holy shit! She ate it!
She didn't even chew it, man.
She just swallowed it.
Oh, dear.
What? What's he doing?
They're humpin'!
Oh, man.
The monsters are
doin' it doggie-style.
Monster sex.
(car alarms blares)
(remote chirps,
car alarms stops)
Where you goin', boss?
You be careful, boss.
(growling)
HEROINE:
What is that?
BEER GUY:
Dude... took a dump.
HEROINE:
No... it's moving, stupid.
BOSSMAN:
Ohh... spread out.
- (squealing)
- God almighty!
It's one of the little bastards.
Any more ideas,
Animal Planet?
I was just bein' proactive.
Hey, dipshit.
I didn't see you workin', did I?
Oh, go douche, Grandpa.
Well, what now? Huh?!
Well, what now? Huh?!
We're stuck in here, that's what.
BOSSMAN:
If you don't mind me askin'...
how'd you run into these things?
We dropped our dauglhter off
at my mom's Ihouse...
my little girl Clharlie. My baby.
It was ornly for tlhe rniglht.
Tlhern suddernly... we Ihit it.
We lost corntrol of tlhe car.
It spurn arnd flipped.
Arnd I was tlhrowrn from tlhe car.
Its Ihead was irn tlhe road.
Tlhat's wlhern tlhey came.
It's road-kill revenge.
Well, I'd like to be the first
to thank you and your dead husband
for draggin' this fuck fest
into my tavern.
The only thing we brought here
was a heads-up that saved your ass.
This is not my fault.
You pissed off the wrong clan, lady.
Maybe all they want's you.
Maybe all they want's the person that
ran over their old granddaddy in a car.
And maybe they can have you
on a silver platter,
apple in fuckin' mouth.
You shoulda thought of that
before we killed their child
and stuck it outside on a pike.
No need to get menstrual.
That was a dumb fuckin' idea, man.
BEER GUY:
Ow! Shit!
Fuck!
What the fuck's happening, man?!
What the fuck is this shit?!
Just don't touch it, okay?
Leave it alone.
- You're making it worse.
- You tell me to leave it alone?
You get puked on by a monster
and you tell me
how that feels, huh?
I'm rottin' here, and nobody
could give a shit!
I'm dying, all right?!
I'm fuckin' dying!
I am upper-case fucked!
You don't give a shit, man!
You don't give a shit, either!
All you guys don't fuckin'
care about me!
I dorn't care.
Go suffer somewhere else.
Get the fuck away from me.
(anguished groan)
Ohh, God! Fuck, that hurts!
Look, somebody's got
to know sometlhirng about this.
This stuff doesn't just
happen out of the blue.
You.
GRANDMA: What?
- You know something.
- Huh?
- Yeah, you're old. You've seen things.
- I don't know anything.
- Easy, cowboy.
- Hey, back off me, Whitey!
I'm interrogating her.
She's old.
Old people know things,
like legends and tall tales and shit.
No. No. Really,
I don't know anything.
Come on, spill it.
- Spill it, or I'll get rough.
- I don't know anything!
Why don't you ask him?
He's old.
- Start diggin'.
- Ahh, sheesh.
Back off.
She doesn't know anything.
Yeah, allegedly.
HEROINE: It doesn't matter where
they fucking came from.
They're here. Either we kill them
or they kill us. That's it.
BOZO:
Hey, no offense, Xena...
but by the way things are going,
looks like we need another chief,
somebody that knows
the lay of the land,
somebody with a little moxie.
Somebody like myself.
(creatures growl
in distance)
- BEER GUY: Aah.
- Careful.
I think we're gonna be all right.
I think we're gonna be okay, guys.
(Beer Guy groaning)
Ohh!
Yeah. I think we're
gonna be all right.
This is just some leaky barrel
radiation toxic dump waste
enviro-crap freak-beast accident
that crawled out of the sewer, man.
That's all this is.
We're gonna be all right.
I think the experts, they're gonna be
showin' up any minute to fix this up.
You know, some of those green guys?
Those guys with
the real can-do attitude and the tanks
and M-16s and torpedoes and...
Hey! Can you just give it a break?
Those guys are en route.
You hear 'em?
They're comin'.
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Yeah, be careful.
I don't see a thing.
I can't see a thing.
Aah! Aah!
(Beer Guy screaming)
Give me my eye back!
- Jeez!
- Olh.
(laughing)
Hmm. Ahem.
Hmm. Ahem.
Does everyone agree
that the monsters are still out there?
Huh, chief?
- Yeah, no slhit. Sherlock.
I have some sweats
behind the bar in a... in a bag.
Tha-thank you.
- They coordinated that strike.
- Yeah, I know.
- I'm gonna need more shells.
- Yeah, tell me about it, missy.
A.45's got six shots.
I got two refills.
- In my locker in the basement I got...
- (creatures slamming walls)
..I got maybe some more shells.
Ah!
Jeez.
And... I got this.
(crashing, shrieking)
Shhh...
..shit.
Honey, why don't you just
leave the offense to us?
You need a whole lot more than that
to get out of here alive.
Oh, rnow you got
somethin' to say.
You young'uns.
You worry about weapons.
- I'm thinkin' strategy.
- Oh. And what's that?
Sit still...
and look less like a meal.
That's for bears and sharks,
Chunky Chew.
How do you tolerate him?
He's an ass, but he's my brother.
I've stood everywhere. Nothin'.
Didn't you say you had a radio?
Upstairs, back of my closet.
Little slidin' door.
- (thudding)
- Channel 9's the emergency frequency.
Have fun.
All right. I'm gonna go
to the basement for supplies.
And you... you're going upstairs.
Heh.
Let's not get carried away.
Step up, chief.
Ain't you got a pair?
Watch it.
Yeah.
Okay, yeah. Shotgun.
All right, partner,
you're comin' with me.
Whoa. I don't know about that, bub.
I mean, I ain't exactly
no Billy the Kid.
Yeah, but you're slow,
and that's helpful.
Just stay close.
Who else is comin'?
I'll go with ya.
What are you gonna do,
throw your teeth at 'em?
Just sit down, Cocoon.
BOZO:
You. You're comin' with me.
(crashing, clanking)
Keys.
- You're locked in.
- What?
These two will be
on the other side waiting for you.
If you become food,
I don't want a set of keys in the belly
of one of those things.
Don't get your hopes up.
Any volunteers
for the basement?
I'll go.
(crashing,
creatures growling)
(clatter, glass breaking)
All right. I don't want to hear
any of this "Where is the key?"
"I dropped the key. "
I want out. I want out.
BARTENDER:
You just find that fucking radio.
We'll get you out.
We got your front, bro.
It's your "back. "
"We got your back. "
(glass breaking,
growling in distance)
Shit.
Okay.
You keep that handy.
- You wish me luck, girls.
- All right.
(floorboards creak)
BOZO:
I'm okay. I'm okay.
I'm okay! I'm okay!
I'm okay... I'm okay.
(crashing in distance,
thumping, creature shrieks)
Come on.
Just breathe...
just breathe.
Come on... come on.
Aah!
Come on...
just breathe.
Unh!
Easy. Easy.
Aah! Augh!
(squealing, wings flapping)
It's okay! It's just a bat.
It's just a bat.
Come on, hurry up.
Come on, you motherfucker.
(static)
Hello.
Is anyone out there?
Look, we need help. The Bear Tavern.
Send guns. And tanks.
(floorboards creak)
(monsters roar)
Aaahhh!
I repeat! I repeat! S.O. S!
S.O. S! Calling all cars!
(screaming)
Okay! I'm ready to come out!
I'm ready to come out rnow!
Oh...
"Oh"?
What do you mean, "Oh"?!
Help! Help!
Cheese and crackers.
(crashing, shrieking)
Goddamnit, open up!
Come on!
The goddamn key busted.
Old man! Help!
Goddamrnit. Lhelp!
Help!
Old man!
(monster shrieking)
The monster's cock
is stuck in the door!
Aaahhh!
Fuck!
Help!
Shit!
I thought that was it
for a second there.
Hold me, brother.
What happened?
Papa Beast got neutered, missy.
Oh... good one.
If they can't reproduce,
then we're one step closer.
A big step.
Now is the time
to band together.
We need to rise up
against these creatures of the night.
These monsters are no match
for the human spirit.
We can do it.
We just need to believe in each other,
believe in all of us.
We need to make a stand.
Right here, right now.
Dude...
are you gay?
Look...
those monsters were clawing
those nails out upstairs.
They're like Mensa monsters.
BOSSMAN: They're gonna need
a lot more than claws
to pop out these boards down here.
They'll need a crowbar or somethin'.
(crashing,
monsters roaring)
- We gotta find a way out. Now.
- I have a really good idea.
We could all run outside
to our cars
and we could spread out
in different directions.
That's a goddamn suicide trip.
- But if we all stick together...
- Hey, half of us can't run,
and one of us
can't even walk, hon.
Hanging out isn't looking
too much better.
Even I can admit that.
Hey. Hey. Ow.
Hey, what about the basement
hatch door?
What about it?
We... we could trick 'em.
That could be our... our escape.
The... the... the monsters
don't know about it.
It's a... it's a... it's a...
sh... sh...
shh... shh...
It's a sec... secret hatch.
Oh, crap. Ohh...
Has anyone got lip balm...
I can borrow?
- Fucked up and stupid.
- HOT WHEELS: Look, it's true.
If we just go out there, no matter
how quiet or fast we are, we're dead.
But if we can draw them away
to the other side of the bar,
we at least got a chance.
Do either of you have any...
a can of hairspray or anything?
Yeah, I do in my purse.
You put in some household cleaner
and some low-grade booze,
and you got yourself a distraction.
HEROINE:
What about a car?
Whose car is close?
You gonna climb
through that hatch down there?
- Yeah.
- My truck's the closest,
but there ain't no way
it's gonna haul the whole lot.
- Is it gassed?
- Fully.
- Four-door?
- Two.
- How many fit?
- Six.
- Max?
- Seven.
Ten. It's gonna fit ten.
Ten clowrns couldn't
fit in that truck.
Here's a plan. Two of us go.
One to drive, one to defend.
We back up to the bar,
and tear ass out of here.
Not good odds, missy.
My daughter is waiting for me.
I don't have a choice.
Okay, I'm in.
No, ma'am. It would be an honor
to accompany you
on this dangerous journey.
- All right.
- You're not gonna make it, hon.
I'm sorry.
Sooner or later
that wall is coming down.
If we stay, we die.
What's the distraction?
- Well, they want to eat us, right?
- Yeah.
- (crash)
- Let's give 'em something to eat.
BOZO: Uh-oh.
Turn on the light.
Which one?
The boy or the girl?
The girl.
Catch!
Ohh!
Oh, God.
(grunts)
All right.
Body bomb is good to go.
This is simple.
I plug in, and she goes boom.
We're goin' to hell.
Right to hell.
This chick is more useful dead
than you are alive. Will you shut up?
Yeah, we'll just run this cord
upstairs there
where we been attacked
twice already...
then Fucko and I
drop her through a hole
without making a sound,
and trick the smartest creatures
I ever seen
into taking a bite out of her
instead of us.
That's real simple.
Hey, I already had my moment.
How come I have to go upstairs again?
'Cause you're lucky.
You see these peanut barrels?
We line up some planks,
when that wall comes down...
we roll 'em out.
Just like Donkey Kong.
Dipshit.
I don't believe in guns.
This isn't a time for
a political stance, hot shot.
This won't run out of ammo.
I want this back.
BOSSMAN: Hey.
Don't monkey with my stereo.
Yeah.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Uh, okay.
Good. Do you mind if I
take a look at it real quick?
- No.
- I'll try not to hurt you.
(gasps)
How's it look?
- Uh...
- Is it gettin' better?
Maybe.
Is it healin' up?
I'm just gonna
swish out my mouth.
Is it gettin' better?
- Yeah, looks pretty good.
- Okay.
(crying)
(retching)
BOZO:
You should be a nurse.
Thanks.
Can you mend a broken heart?
I wouldn't fuck you for practice.
- Tease.
- Asshole.
(coughing)
Ohh... ohh...
Bet this place is creepy
in the daytime, too.
Pull that chair down.
Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
Fuckin' monster.
Hyah!
- Up and over.
- Okay.
You and I have
a lot of similarities.
Strong, resolute...
You need to be quiet.
(whispering) I'm sorry.
I talk when I get nervous.
Quiet. Come on.
It's just that it's been a while
since someone was horribly killed,
and it seems like the opportune time
for someone to get, I don't know, offed.
What did I say?
- Quiet.
- Sorry. I'll stop now.
(raps on ceiling)
We're up.
(grunting)
Come on, you lazy bastard,
I can't do it all.
(raps on ceiling)
Get on up there. Chop-chop.
In you go.
Get up there!
(all screaming)
Holy shit! She's alive.
Help me.
No, she's not.
(stomps on floor)
- (raps on floor)
- Okay, let's do this.
Help me.
- No. No!
- Help me.
Hey!
Get the cord!
Get it, goddamn it!
Come on, grab it, you dumb-ass!
Grab it!
Get the goddamn thing!
Get it! Get the fuckin' thing!
BOSSMAN:
Put tlhe plug irn. Damrnit! Now! Do it!
God almighty!
Come orn. Marn!
Now!
Come on! Auggh...
(gasps)
Shit.
(boards breaking)
Great men will write
about my bravery.
(panting)
Hey.
When we get downstairs...
..our story's the same, right?
Hey.
I can stick this in your mouth,
get all dramatic, and ask again, but...
what about if I just say please?
TUFFY: Keep going for the truck!
I'll draw them away!
Hey, over here!
Fucking monsters!
(gurnslhots)
(creature roars)
BARTENDER:
What the hell are you doing?
HEROINE: I think he's going
for the truck. I couldn't make it!
You gotta help me unlock it!
Stop! Stop!
- Stop!
- What are you doing?
They can't get in here!
We agreed!
Just calm down.
Just take it easy.
Drop it!
Drop it!
- Okay.
- Drop it!
Please let me in. Hurry! They're...
(grunting and struggling)
Ohh! Aaahhh!
Open the fucking thing!
I'm gonna fucking die!
- You're killing her!
- Put the gun down, son.
Don't let it in!
We'll all die!
- (creature roars)
- They got her.
They got her.
Back off! Get away!
If you could stop trying to
get people killed, that'd be great.
Fuck.
You motherfucker!
You ain't got a chance
without me, dumb-ass...
(body drops to floor)
(weak choking)
Arrgghh!
(panting)
Hold it!
Now we both got a secret,
don't we?
Arrggh!
Hey, she's outside.
We've got to get her
out of there. Come on.
- She ain't comin' back.
- What?
She's gone.
What happened?
They got her, that's all.
We tried.
That's it.
That's the fuckin' end of it.
That's the fucking... end of it.
Unh!
Ohh! Fuck.
Ah, fuck it.
TUFFY:
Hey, you guys...
Our plan is... is... is good,
and... and that truck is coming.
If we all just stick together, we...
Hey!
If anyone has a right to have
a complete meltdown right now,
it's me.
But right now,
I don't have the time,
because right now
you morose motherfuckers
are gonna get off your ass
and get ready to roll.
'Cause if those things
are gonna fuck with us...
(cocks gun)
..we're gonna fuck with 'em right back.
Now, who's with me?
BOSSMAN: Yeah, y'all go ahead
and make a run for it.
Make it happen. Just...
you convoy out of here
and save the day.
Me, I'm gonna stay right here,
wait for help,
and, uh, limp out of here
to safety.
(chuckles wearily)
Y'all go ahead, though.
Storm out of here,
make a bunch of racket.
They won't even notice me.
(chuckles)
They like food that moves.
Aah!
- (creature shrieks and roars)
- On the tables, now!
I'm not getting near it!
(screaming and shouting)
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Aaaahhh!
Get off him! Get off him!
(screaming and shouting)
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Calm down! Calm down!
(Honey Pie sobbing)
- Calm...
- (sobbing) Stop it...
He didn't make it.
- Yes, he did!
- No, he didn't!
Yes, he did!
Yes, he did!
No, he didn't.
No, he didrn't!
Bullshit!
Aah!
(creature roars)
Those goddamn doors
aren't gonna fucking hold!
Plan B?
Here. See this?
I want you to light
this motherfucker and throw it.
If we get out of this shit,
I'll personally take you to the hospital.
And don't fuck it up.
(creature roars)
Oh!
It's over.
We're gonna die.
It's not gonna hold!
Comin'!
- I can't...
- Look out!
It's stuck!
- I can't...
- Get out of my way!
Okay, now!
Damn you, cocksucker!
Get out of the way!
- Ready?
- Ready? One...
(creature roars)
(loud shrieking)
(sudden silence)
(whimpering)
Aah! Aah!
She made it!
- Piece of ass made it!
- Yes.
Come on.
Start it. Start it. Start it!
(crying) Come on!
Come on. Come on...
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
Come on. Drive it like
you stole it, baby! Come on!
She's... she...
she's fucking leaving!
What?!
She's leaving us?
Fuck!
Oh, God.
(rumbling)
(spitting dust)
(creature roars)
(creature snarls)
Hey, fuckface!
(glass shatters)
Whoa, fuck!
(Bartender screaming)
(creature shrieks)
- No!
- (creature roars)
Oh, shi...
- Aah!
- (gunshots)
(hammer clicks)
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on! Motherfuck...
(roaring)
(hammer clicks)
Aaahhh!
Gimme that!
Aah! Aah!
You're having
a fuckin' heart attack?
You kidding me?
Get the bottle!
Get the bottle, old man!
Aaaahhh!
Drink's on me.
Aaahhh!
(gurgling)
Good! Choke on it!
Aah!
(gurgling stops)
(panting)
- You got it?
- Yeah.
Come on.
(grunting)
Come on, open the door.
You know, her little girl's
not far from here.
Wanna get her?
HOT WHEELS: What the fuck
are you talking about?
Shut up.
(car engine starts)
(engine sputters and dies)
(starter whirs, engine sputters)
(starter whirs, engine sputters)
(starter whirs)
(starter whirs)
(engine starts, revs)
# But you're never
gonna kill us #
# Never gonna kill us #
# Goddamn get away #
# Victory today #
# We've been beat down bled away #
# Immortality #
# Goddamn get away #
# Victory today #
# We've been beat down bled away #
# Immortality #
(roaring)
# When you fall asleep #
# Suddenly the water
stops moving #
# In the pipes underneath #
# The house is where
you're hiding #
# So you reach out
for a shotgun #
# But it's in the garage now #
# Don't you know,
so turn the lights out #
# Because you know
your way around #
# Better than anyone #
# When there's no place to hide #
# It breaks the window #
# Inside subject #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# And it's drug,
drug driven #
# Taste something unknown #
# You sweat,
you're scared #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# And it's drug,
drug driven #
# When you fall asleep #
# Suddenly the water starts shakin' #
# In the glass by the sink #
# That's when you know #
# That you're being hunted #
# So you reach out for the ammo #
# 'Cause it's sittin' right next
to the gun now #
# So turn the lights out #
# Because you know your way around #
# Better than anyone #
Five, four
Three, two, run!
# It breaks the window #
# Inside subject #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# And it's drug,
drug driven #
# Taste something unknown #
# You sweat,
you're scared #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
# She puts her faith in medicine #
# And he'll keep his faith in the same #
# While you put your faith
in something else #
# And she overdoses
on the medicine #
# While he keeps on sinning #
# And you put your faith
in something else #
# It breaks the window #
# An inside subject #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
# Taste something unknown #
# You sweat, you're scared #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
# It's just a taste unknown #
# The sweat on your skin #
# You're bruised to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
Ripeados por Tylerg
(tires screech)
(horn blares continuously)
(courntry music plays
irn distarnce)
(laughing)
- Asshole!
- Look out, Bozo!
(laughing)
Hey. Hey. Hey!
What?!
Shut up, fag.
(music plays)
The friggin' maids took my laptop.
I'm talkin' about everytlhirng.
I've got fourteen quality leads
waiting for me in that area.
Yeah.
No. They're with Packard, bro.
Hewlett-Pack...
Wake up!
Ohh! Just get outta here.
Hey, uh, how much
for the whole night, Grandma?
You should be so lucky.
- Oooh... hot for teacher.
- Oh, you little...
God damrn.
Dude you're late.
I have to leave in a half hour.
Don't dilly-dally, then.
Rack 'em.
Dilly-dally. I'll just dilly-dally over
and grab that money from you.
(clatter)
Damn!
I mean, we've been
going out for years,
and all of a sudden... bang... she drops me.
No, I'm not saying I ever Ihad it,
but I've definitely lost it.
I mean, I used to be a model.
J.C. Penney. Springwear.
Yeah. See? See, look.
Look. See?
- That was one of my model things.
- Oh. Yeah.
It might not look like it now...
that's 'cause I'm wearing work clothes,
so it doesn't really fit, you know,
but if I was wearing my modeling clothes,
trust me, I'd look like a model.
Yeah, yeah, you're full of shit.
COACH:
You know, Chach...
I take the rubble of man...
and I build superstars.
Come on, man.
Fuck that shit.
I don't want no brochures
in here, man.
I mean, this guy,
he gets an open tab all the time here.
Watch. Watch. Watch.
Amen, Brother Ben.
Shot a rooster, killed a hen.
Now, that's Hollywood talk.
That's showbiz, brother.
If you change your mind.
BARTENDER: If you're gonna
hang around a while, that's great.
- But you gotta move your truck.
- Yeah. No, I hear ya.
- But you gotta move your truck.
- Yeah. No, I hear ya.
I keep forgettin'.
This place is hoppin'.
Oh, no. Listen, your money
can't buy shit here, Sergeant.
- Well, thank you.
- Semper fi, man.
- Where you headed?
- I'm goin' home.
- Yeah?
- I'm gonna go home,
kiss my wife,
be back on the front lines
as soon as they'll have me.
- That's truly righteous, man.
- You don't know my wife.
(Bartender laughs)
Ohh.
- Evenin'.
- (coughs)
Oh, I was... I was, uh...
I was just lookin' for ya.
Zip it, shitbox.
You dropped off the beer.
Now take a hike.
Okay.
- Now! Now!
Ohh, man.
(chokes)
Goddamn dirt weed.
(coughing)
Rum and Coke...
without the Coke.
Keep it.
Not from around here, are ya?
- What gave me away?
- You have all your teeth.
Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah.
I'm off in five.
Whisky shooter, please.
BARTENDER:
Which tab?
Mine.
- Hey, watch it there, buddy.
- Jeez, dude, I'm playing a game.
- Well, so am I.
- Yeah, mine's for real money, though.
That's all she wrote.
What the fuck!
Oh!
- That's a rough one.
- That is fucking impossible!
Don't get your panties in a bunch.
Want to go again?
- Goddamnit, no!
- Come on.
"Crap-ay" diem!
Fuckin' pussy.
Anybody wanna go?
(panting)
Mom, when are we going home?
After my meeting.
BOSSMAN:
Come orn. Baby. Let's rock arnd roll.
Okay. You know the drill.
Keep these on.
Come orn.
I carn't do tlhis by myself. Lhorney.
Now!
BARTENDER:
Come on. Take you to your car.
Not tonight.
I have an escort.
Eighteen bucks, pal.
I guess I'll hold on to this.
Ah! Ah, shit!
Shit! Slhit!
(Bossman whooping and laughing)
Ohh! Olhlh!
Damn, baby, act like you feel it!
Ahh!
(Bossman laughs)
Shit fire!
Hey, uh, you boys want to
try your luck with the loot?
Come on.
Hey, I'll use one arm.
Nothing but a bunch of
limp dicks and pussies in here!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
You shut the fuck up,
or get out.
No, you shut up, old man.
Come on!
Gimme some action!
The fuck are you?
Unless you people want to die,
you'll do what I say
and you'll do it fast.
Mine's bigger'n yours.
Listen to me.
A storm of hell's comin' down
on this place any second.
I don't know what they are...
I don't know where they came from.
All I do know is that these fuckers
are fast, nasty, and hungry.
And there's four of 'em.
They got claws like Ginsu knives
and more teeth than a chainsaw.
They're comin'.
Right now.
So we gotta lock this bar down.
That means doors, windows,
drains, and zippers,
and we gotta do it fast.
You. Get a phone, call the cops,
National Guard, townies...
anybody who kicks ass...
and get 'em out here.
- Any questions?
- Yeah.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the guy
that's gonna save your ass.
Fuck.
(creature growling)
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
Get down!
Where is he?
Where's my husband?
(creature growling)
Cody?
Come here.
I want you to stay...
right here.
I want you to stay in this closet
and do not move.
I don't care what you hear,
don't move!
(Honey Pie gasping hysterically)
(creature growling)
(creature shrieking)
Help me, somebody.
(creature growling)
Aah! Aah!
Aaahh! Aaahh!
(gunshots)
Aah!
(Harley Mom screaming)
Is it gone?
What the fuck?!
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuckin'!
(sobbing)
Where's that little fucker?
(creature screeching)
I got it! I got it!
We're okay.
(creature growling)
- Scratch that.
- Close the motherfucking shutters!
God damn you!
Beer me.
- Is it clear?
- Unh! What the fuck?
Is it clear down there?
Yeah, I-I think...
I- I don't know.
I don't know, boss.
Is there a gun pointed at you?
No. No, I got...
I got the judge, see?
All right, nobody
moves down there. Nobody!
Shit.
BOSSMAN:
All right, goddamnit! Who shot me?
Oww! Fuck!
Who did it?!
What are you idiots looking at?
My goddamn foot's blown off here!
Who shot me?
Her fella.
My husband.
Where is the son of a bitch?
He's dead.
What?
What the fuck happened down here?
What? What?
Look, it wasn't me, all right?
It was a f-fucking monster
or something!
L- I didn't do nothin'.
One of their heads is over here.
Ow!
Yeah, that's...
that's definitely one for the wall.
Oh, my God.
What is that thing?
I have no...
I don't know.
I don't even know how I got here.
They were so fast.
That head used to be attached
to some huge, twisted body
like a rotting jackal or something,
like something out of a nightmare.
Of all the bars to be stuck in.
Anything else?
Yeah. We need to lock
this place down completely.
- Is everybody downstairs?
- My son...
- My son's upstairs!
- Wait! Stop her!
Cody!
Cody!
Cody?
(sobbing)
- Oh, God, no!
- Mommy?
Cody! I am never gonna
let you be alone again.
All right, look,
we gotta lock this place up.
Look, come here.
You okay?
Yeah?
I'm so sorry.
I am never gonna let you...
Aaaah!
Aah! Get it off me!
Aah! God!
TUFFY: No!
No!
No!
(sobbing) No!
No!
(coughing and retching)
TUFFY:
(sobbing) No! No!
No!
(Beer Guy coughing and retching)
Fuck! Aw!
BOSSMAN: Aw, God!
Somebody help me, man!
God damn! Ow!
Burnin', man! Shit!
Get this shit off me, man!
- Come on in...
- Fuck!
Come on, I got a sink in here.
Come on.
- Come on.
- Where'd he go, man?
All right. Ohh!
(coughing and retching)
BEER GUY: God! Aah!
(sobbing)
Was that the only phone?
BARTENDER:
Yep.
What about cell phones?
This is canyon country, honey.
It ain't gonna happen.
Well, we've got to
have sometlhirng here, right?
Just relax.
I've got a shortwave radio.
Except it's...
upstairs there, somewhere.
This is bullshit.
What did you say to me?
I didn't say anything, Flo.
(Beer Guy coughing and retching)
BARTENDER: How you doin', buddy?
You holdin' up?
Bad! I'm doin' bad!
- Fuck!
- It's green.
Yeah, I know!
You got any more water pressure?
- No, that's all it's got.
- Aw, fuck!
God, your sink sucks!
Oh, fu... oww!
The stuff's up my nose, man!
Can you... can you feel it?
Just calm down, you goddamn pussy.
You're all right.
I gotta go to the hospital, man.
I gotta fuckin' leave, man.
I need a doctor, man.
I'm outta here.
I'm goin' to the hospital.
I'm gettin' my truck. I'm goin'.
- Just calm down, okay?
- No, you calm down.
Now, you can risk your life,
but not mine.
My daughter is out there
waiting for me.
I have just as much reason
to get out of this place as you do.
But I also have
the common fuckin' sense to know
that staying alive means
being in here and not out there.
Do you understand?
Do you understand me?!
Yeah... yeah. Got... got ya. Got ya.
Pull that tough-guy shit again,
I will slice you from your neck
to your nuts.
This is bullshit, man.
You can't keep me here.
You fuckers can't keep me here, man!
This is bullshit.
This is fuckin' bullshit!
This is bullshit, man!
Fuck this.
...this shit off of me myself!
Act like you've had some.
- Oh, I've had some, baby.
- I haven't.
Oh, God.
That's gonna stain.
We can't risk letting them in.
Have they left? It's quiet.
HOT WHEELS:
No, they're still out there.
They're just listening to us.
We gotta start
clearin' these bodies up.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, shit! Fuck!
- Come on! Come on!
- Easy, bud.
It's just a death rattle.
He's gone, he just ain't done
movin' yet.
Let's wrap 'em up in tablecloths
and dump 'em in the basement.
All right?
- All right?
- All right.
Let's lock this place down.
("New Generation"
by Skid Row plays)
# I sold my soul for you #
# You cut my life in two #
# Nightmares from what I've seen
and where I've been #
# Made me run from you again #
# Controlling #
# Big Brother's eye #
# Containment? #
# I'd rather die! #
(Tuffy crying)
- Boo!
- Shit.
(creature rattling ice chest)
It's hungry again!
It's gonna eat us!
Just calm down, okay?
We have to kill this thing.
Fire in the hole.
(gunshots,
creature squealing)
(squealing continues)
(creature whimpering)
(whimpering stops)
How you like that,
you little bastard?
Ow!
God bless guns.
Aaahh!
Get this fuckin' thing off me!
(gunshot)
Aah!
(gunshot)
Okay.
HONEY PIE:
Jeez...
it took all that?
- All those bullets?
- That's the little one?!
We can't kill these things!
No way!
Look, we Ihave to fight these things.
We just have to be clever
about this, okay?
Maybe we don't need to
fight them at all.
Yeah. Why don't we
just call them names?
Fuckin' genius.
We're stuck here...
I can see this.
But what we need to do
is think outside the box.
We don't need to fight them.
We need to scare them.
We need to scare them back.
This...
..is a species stand-off.
We just need to show them
that we are not vulnerable.
That we... are formidable.
How?
I need a stick.
Open up that ice chest.
God damn.
Oh, shit.
All right,
give me some room.
It's gross.
How old do you think
that thing is?
- Take one of the planks off the window.
- No way.
Just one board. One minute.
It'll save your life. Just trust me.
- No.
- One board.
One minute. Home free.
Okay. Make it quick.
- You ready?
- Yeah.
- Wait. What are you doing?
- Showing superiority.
The scent of their dead
may drive them back.
- You see 'em?
- Is there like a call or something?
Come on, you
monkey motherfuckers!
Come on!
You can't fuck with man!
Sweet.
Whoa.
There's two of 'em.
(creature growls)
It's like they're wearing
dead animals or something.
Hey! It's working!
You're a genius.
See? What did I tell ya?
HEROINE:
Wait. There's a third.
It's like a family.
It's a goddamn family.
And we just killed their baby.
(creature howls,
then bellows)
Holy shit! She ate it!
She didn't even chew it, man.
She just swallowed it.
Oh, dear.
What? What's he doing?
They're humpin'!
Oh, man.
The monsters are
doin' it doggie-style.
Monster sex.
(car alarms blares)
(remote chirps,
car alarms stops)
Where you goin', boss?
You be careful, boss.
(growling)
HEROINE:
What is that?
BEER GUY:
Dude... took a dump.
HEROINE:
No... it's moving, stupid.
BOSSMAN:
Ohh... spread out.
- (squealing)
- God almighty!
It's one of the little bastards.
Any more ideas,
Animal Planet?
I was just bein' proactive.
Hey, dipshit.
I didn't see you workin', did I?
Oh, go douche, Grandpa.
Well, what now? Huh?!
Well, what now? Huh?!
We're stuck in here, that's what.
BOSSMAN:
If you don't mind me askin'...
how'd you run into these things?
We dropped our dauglhter off
at my mom's Ihouse...
my little girl Clharlie. My baby.
It was ornly for tlhe rniglht.
Tlhern suddernly... we Ihit it.
We lost corntrol of tlhe car.
It spurn arnd flipped.
Arnd I was tlhrowrn from tlhe car.
Its Ihead was irn tlhe road.
Tlhat's wlhern tlhey came.
It's road-kill revenge.
Well, I'd like to be the first
to thank you and your dead husband
for draggin' this fuck fest
into my tavern.
The only thing we brought here
was a heads-up that saved your ass.
This is not my fault.
You pissed off the wrong clan, lady.
Maybe all they want's you.
Maybe all they want's the person that
ran over their old granddaddy in a car.
And maybe they can have you
on a silver platter,
apple in fuckin' mouth.
You shoulda thought of that
before we killed their child
and stuck it outside on a pike.
No need to get menstrual.
That was a dumb fuckin' idea, man.
BEER GUY:
Ow! Shit!
Fuck!
What the fuck's happening, man?!
What the fuck is this shit?!
Just don't touch it, okay?
Leave it alone.
- You're making it worse.
- You tell me to leave it alone?
You get puked on by a monster
and you tell me
how that feels, huh?
I'm rottin' here, and nobody
could give a shit!
I'm dying, all right?!
I'm fuckin' dying!
I am upper-case fucked!
You don't give a shit, man!
You don't give a shit, either!
All you guys don't fuckin'
care about me!
I dorn't care.
Go suffer somewhere else.
Get the fuck away from me.
(anguished groan)
Ohh, God! Fuck, that hurts!
Look, somebody's got
to know sometlhirng about this.
This stuff doesn't just
happen out of the blue.
You.
GRANDMA: What?
- You know something.
- Huh?
- Yeah, you're old. You've seen things.
- I don't know anything.
- Easy, cowboy.
- Hey, back off me, Whitey!
I'm interrogating her.
She's old.
Old people know things,
like legends and tall tales and shit.
No. No. Really,
I don't know anything.
Come on, spill it.
- Spill it, or I'll get rough.
- I don't know anything!
Why don't you ask him?
He's old.
- Start diggin'.
- Ahh, sheesh.
Back off.
She doesn't know anything.
Yeah, allegedly.
HEROINE: It doesn't matter where
they fucking came from.
They're here. Either we kill them
or they kill us. That's it.
BOZO:
Hey, no offense, Xena...
but by the way things are going,
looks like we need another chief,
somebody that knows
the lay of the land,
somebody with a little moxie.
Somebody like myself.
(creatures growl
in distance)
- BEER GUY: Aah.
- Careful.
I think we're gonna be all right.
I think we're gonna be okay, guys.
(Beer Guy groaning)
Ohh!
Yeah. I think we're
gonna be all right.
This is just some leaky barrel
radiation toxic dump waste
enviro-crap freak-beast accident
that crawled out of the sewer, man.
That's all this is.
We're gonna be all right.
I think the experts, they're gonna be
showin' up any minute to fix this up.
You know, some of those green guys?
Those guys with
the real can-do attitude and the tanks
and M-16s and torpedoes and...
Hey! Can you just give it a break?
Those guys are en route.
You hear 'em?
They're comin'.
- I wouldn't do that if I were you.
- Yeah, be careful.
I don't see a thing.
I can't see a thing.
Aah! Aah!
(Beer Guy screaming)
Give me my eye back!
- Jeez!
- Olh.
(laughing)
Hmm. Ahem.
Hmm. Ahem.
Does everyone agree
that the monsters are still out there?
Huh, chief?
- Yeah, no slhit. Sherlock.
I have some sweats
behind the bar in a... in a bag.
Tha-thank you.
- They coordinated that strike.
- Yeah, I know.
- I'm gonna need more shells.
- Yeah, tell me about it, missy.
A.45's got six shots.
I got two refills.
- In my locker in the basement I got...
- (creatures slamming walls)
..I got maybe some more shells.
Ah!
Jeez.
And... I got this.
(crashing, shrieking)
Shhh...
..shit.
Honey, why don't you just
leave the offense to us?
You need a whole lot more than that
to get out of here alive.
Oh, rnow you got
somethin' to say.
You young'uns.
You worry about weapons.
- I'm thinkin' strategy.
- Oh. And what's that?
Sit still...
and look less like a meal.
That's for bears and sharks,
Chunky Chew.
How do you tolerate him?
He's an ass, but he's my brother.
I've stood everywhere. Nothin'.
Didn't you say you had a radio?
Upstairs, back of my closet.
Little slidin' door.
- (thudding)
- Channel 9's the emergency frequency.
Have fun.
All right. I'm gonna go
to the basement for supplies.
And you... you're going upstairs.
Heh.
Let's not get carried away.
Step up, chief.
Ain't you got a pair?
Watch it.
Yeah.
Okay, yeah. Shotgun.
All right, partner,
you're comin' with me.
Whoa. I don't know about that, bub.
I mean, I ain't exactly
no Billy the Kid.
Yeah, but you're slow,
and that's helpful.
Just stay close.
Who else is comin'?
I'll go with ya.
What are you gonna do,
throw your teeth at 'em?
Just sit down, Cocoon.
BOZO:
You. You're comin' with me.
(crashing, clanking)
Keys.
- You're locked in.
- What?
These two will be
on the other side waiting for you.
If you become food,
I don't want a set of keys in the belly
of one of those things.
Don't get your hopes up.
Any volunteers
for the basement?
I'll go.
(crashing,
creatures growling)
(clatter, glass breaking)
All right. I don't want to hear
any of this "Where is the key?"
"I dropped the key. "
I want out. I want out.
BARTENDER:
You just find that fucking radio.
We'll get you out.
We got your front, bro.
It's your "back. "
"We got your back. "
(glass breaking,
growling in distance)
Shit.
Okay.
You keep that handy.
- You wish me luck, girls.
- All right.
(floorboards creak)
BOZO:
I'm okay. I'm okay.
I'm okay! I'm okay!
I'm okay... I'm okay.
(crashing in distance,
thumping, creature shrieks)
Come on.
Just breathe...
just breathe.
Come on... come on.
Aah!
Come on...
just breathe.
Unh!
Easy. Easy.
Aah! Augh!
(squealing, wings flapping)
It's okay! It's just a bat.
It's just a bat.
Come on, hurry up.
Come on, you motherfucker.
(static)
Hello.
Is anyone out there?
Look, we need help. The Bear Tavern.
Send guns. And tanks.
(floorboards creak)
(monsters roar)
Aaahhh!
I repeat! I repeat! S.O. S!
S.O. S! Calling all cars!
(screaming)
Okay! I'm ready to come out!
I'm ready to come out rnow!
Oh...
"Oh"?
What do you mean, "Oh"?!
Help! Help!
Cheese and crackers.
(crashing, shrieking)
Goddamnit, open up!
Come on!
The goddamn key busted.
Old man! Help!
Goddamrnit. Lhelp!
Help!
Old man!
(monster shrieking)
The monster's cock
is stuck in the door!
Aaahhh!
Fuck!
Help!
Shit!
I thought that was it
for a second there.
Hold me, brother.
What happened?
Papa Beast got neutered, missy.
Oh... good one.
If they can't reproduce,
then we're one step closer.
A big step.
Now is the time
to band together.
We need to rise up
against these creatures of the night.
These monsters are no match
for the human spirit.
We can do it.
We just need to believe in each other,
believe in all of us.
We need to make a stand.
Right here, right now.
Dude...
are you gay?
Look...
those monsters were clawing
those nails out upstairs.
They're like Mensa monsters.
BOSSMAN: They're gonna need
a lot more than claws
to pop out these boards down here.
They'll need a crowbar or somethin'.
(crashing,
monsters roaring)
- We gotta find a way out. Now.
- I have a really good idea.
We could all run outside
to our cars
and we could spread out
in different directions.
That's a goddamn suicide trip.
- But if we all stick together...
- Hey, half of us can't run,
and one of us
can't even walk, hon.
Hanging out isn't looking
too much better.
Even I can admit that.
Hey. Hey. Ow.
Hey, what about the basement
hatch door?
What about it?
We... we could trick 'em.
That could be our... our escape.
The... the... the monsters
don't know about it.
It's a... it's a... it's a...
sh... sh...
shh... shh...
It's a sec... secret hatch.
Oh, crap. Ohh...
Has anyone got lip balm...
I can borrow?
- Fucked up and stupid.
- HOT WHEELS: Look, it's true.
If we just go out there, no matter
how quiet or fast we are, we're dead.
But if we can draw them away
to the other side of the bar,
we at least got a chance.
Do either of you have any...
a can of hairspray or anything?
Yeah, I do in my purse.
You put in some household cleaner
and some low-grade booze,
and you got yourself a distraction.
HEROINE:
What about a car?
Whose car is close?
You gonna climb
through that hatch down there?
- Yeah.
- My truck's the closest,
but there ain't no way
it's gonna haul the whole lot.
- Is it gassed?
- Fully.
- Four-door?
- Two.
- How many fit?
- Six.
- Max?
- Seven.
Ten. It's gonna fit ten.
Ten clowrns couldn't
fit in that truck.
Here's a plan. Two of us go.
One to drive, one to defend.
We back up to the bar,
and tear ass out of here.
Not good odds, missy.
My daughter is waiting for me.
I don't have a choice.
Okay, I'm in.
No, ma'am. It would be an honor
to accompany you
on this dangerous journey.
- All right.
- You're not gonna make it, hon.
I'm sorry.
Sooner or later
that wall is coming down.
If we stay, we die.
What's the distraction?
- Well, they want to eat us, right?
- Yeah.
- (crash)
- Let's give 'em something to eat.
BOZO: Uh-oh.
Turn on the light.
Which one?
The boy or the girl?
The girl.
Catch!
Ohh!
Oh, God.
(grunts)
All right.
Body bomb is good to go.
This is simple.
I plug in, and she goes boom.
We're goin' to hell.
Right to hell.
This chick is more useful dead
than you are alive. Will you shut up?
Yeah, we'll just run this cord
upstairs there
where we been attacked
twice already...
then Fucko and I
drop her through a hole
without making a sound,
and trick the smartest creatures
I ever seen
into taking a bite out of her
instead of us.
That's real simple.
Hey, I already had my moment.
How come I have to go upstairs again?
'Cause you're lucky.
You see these peanut barrels?
We line up some planks,
when that wall comes down...
we roll 'em out.
Just like Donkey Kong.
Dipshit.
I don't believe in guns.
This isn't a time for
a political stance, hot shot.
This won't run out of ammo.
I want this back.
BOSSMAN: Hey.
Don't monkey with my stereo.
Yeah.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Uh, okay.
Good. Do you mind if I
take a look at it real quick?
- No.
- I'll try not to hurt you.
(gasps)
How's it look?
- Uh...
- Is it gettin' better?
Maybe.
Is it healin' up?
I'm just gonna
swish out my mouth.
Is it gettin' better?
- Yeah, looks pretty good.
- Okay.
(crying)
(retching)
BOZO:
You should be a nurse.
Thanks.
Can you mend a broken heart?
I wouldn't fuck you for practice.
- Tease.
- Asshole.
(coughing)
Ohh... ohh...
Bet this place is creepy
in the daytime, too.
Pull that chair down.
Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah!
Fuckin' monster.
Hyah!
- Up and over.
- Okay.
You and I have
a lot of similarities.
Strong, resolute...
You need to be quiet.
(whispering) I'm sorry.
I talk when I get nervous.
Quiet. Come on.
It's just that it's been a while
since someone was horribly killed,
and it seems like the opportune time
for someone to get, I don't know, offed.
What did I say?
- Quiet.
- Sorry. I'll stop now.
(raps on ceiling)
We're up.
(grunting)
Come on, you lazy bastard,
I can't do it all.
(raps on ceiling)
Get on up there. Chop-chop.
In you go.
Get up there!
(all screaming)
Holy shit! She's alive.
Help me.
No, she's not.
(stomps on floor)
- (raps on floor)
- Okay, let's do this.
Help me.
- No. No!
- Help me.
Hey!
Get the cord!
Get it, goddamn it!
Come on, grab it, you dumb-ass!
Grab it!
Get the goddamn thing!
Get it! Get the fuckin' thing!
BOSSMAN:
Put tlhe plug irn. Damrnit! Now! Do it!
God almighty!
Come orn. Marn!
Now!
Come on! Auggh...
(gasps)
Shit.
(boards breaking)
Great men will write
about my bravery.
(panting)
Hey.
When we get downstairs...
..our story's the same, right?
Hey.
I can stick this in your mouth,
get all dramatic, and ask again, but...
what about if I just say please?
TUFFY: Keep going for the truck!
I'll draw them away!
Hey, over here!
Fucking monsters!
(gurnslhots)
(creature roars)
BARTENDER:
What the hell are you doing?
HEROINE: I think he's going
for the truck. I couldn't make it!
You gotta help me unlock it!
Stop! Stop!
- Stop!
- What are you doing?
They can't get in here!
We agreed!
Just calm down.
Just take it easy.
Drop it!
Drop it!
- Okay.
- Drop it!
Please let me in. Hurry! They're...
(grunting and struggling)
Ohh! Aaahhh!
Open the fucking thing!
I'm gonna fucking die!
- You're killing her!
- Put the gun down, son.
Don't let it in!
We'll all die!
- (creature roars)
- They got her.
They got her.
Back off! Get away!
If you could stop trying to
get people killed, that'd be great.
Fuck.
You motherfucker!
You ain't got a chance
without me, dumb-ass...
(body drops to floor)
(weak choking)
Arrgghh!
(panting)
Hold it!
Now we both got a secret,
don't we?
Arrggh!
Hey, she's outside.
We've got to get her
out of there. Come on.
- She ain't comin' back.
- What?
She's gone.
What happened?
They got her, that's all.
We tried.
That's it.
That's the fuckin' end of it.
That's the fucking... end of it.
Unh!
Ohh! Fuck.
Ah, fuck it.
TUFFY:
Hey, you guys...
Our plan is... is... is good,
and... and that truck is coming.
If we all just stick together, we...
Hey!
If anyone has a right to have
a complete meltdown right now,
it's me.
But right now,
I don't have the time,
because right now
you morose motherfuckers
are gonna get off your ass
and get ready to roll.
'Cause if those things
are gonna fuck with us...
(cocks gun)
..we're gonna fuck with 'em right back.
Now, who's with me?
BOSSMAN: Yeah, y'all go ahead
and make a run for it.
Make it happen. Just...
you convoy out of here
and save the day.
Me, I'm gonna stay right here,
wait for help,
and, uh, limp out of here
to safety.
(chuckles wearily)
Y'all go ahead, though.
Storm out of here,
make a bunch of racket.
They won't even notice me.
(chuckles)
They like food that moves.
Aah!
- (creature shrieks and roars)
- On the tables, now!
I'm not getting near it!
(screaming and shouting)
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Aaaahhh!
Get off him! Get off him!
(screaming and shouting)
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Calm down! Calm down!
(Honey Pie sobbing)
- Calm...
- (sobbing) Stop it...
He didn't make it.
- Yes, he did!
- No, he didn't!
Yes, he did!
Yes, he did!
No, he didn't.
No, he didrn't!
Bullshit!
Aah!
(creature roars)
Those goddamn doors
aren't gonna fucking hold!
Plan B?
Here. See this?
I want you to light
this motherfucker and throw it.
If we get out of this shit,
I'll personally take you to the hospital.
And don't fuck it up.
(creature roars)
Oh!
It's over.
We're gonna die.
It's not gonna hold!
Comin'!
- I can't...
- Look out!
It's stuck!
- I can't...
- Get out of my way!
Okay, now!
Damn you, cocksucker!
Get out of the way!
- Ready?
- Ready? One...
(creature roars)
(loud shrieking)
(sudden silence)
(whimpering)
Aah! Aah!
She made it!
- Piece of ass made it!
- Yes.
Come on.
Start it. Start it. Start it!
(crying) Come on!
Come on. Come on...
(engine starts)
(engine starts)
Come on. Drive it like
you stole it, baby! Come on!
She's... she...
she's fucking leaving!
What?!
She's leaving us?
Fuck!
Oh, God.
(rumbling)
(spitting dust)
(creature roars)
(creature snarls)
Hey, fuckface!
(glass shatters)
Whoa, fuck!
(Bartender screaming)
(creature shrieks)
- No!
- (creature roars)
Oh, shi...
- Aah!
- (gunshots)
(hammer clicks)
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on! Motherfuck...
(roaring)
(hammer clicks)
Aaahhh!
Gimme that!
Aah! Aah!
You're having
a fuckin' heart attack?
You kidding me?
Get the bottle!
Get the bottle, old man!
Aaaahhh!
Drink's on me.
Aaahhh!
(gurgling)
Good! Choke on it!
Aah!
(gurgling stops)
(panting)
- You got it?
- Yeah.
Come on.
(grunting)
Come on, open the door.
You know, her little girl's
not far from here.
Wanna get her?
HOT WHEELS: What the fuck
are you talking about?
Shut up.
(car engine starts)
(engine sputters and dies)
(starter whirs, engine sputters)
(starter whirs, engine sputters)
(starter whirs)
(starter whirs)
(engine starts, revs)
# But you're never
gonna kill us #
# Never gonna kill us #
# Goddamn get away #
# Victory today #
# We've been beat down bled away #
# Immortality #
# Goddamn get away #
# Victory today #
# We've been beat down bled away #
# Immortality #
(roaring)
# When you fall asleep #
# Suddenly the water
stops moving #
# In the pipes underneath #
# The house is where
you're hiding #
# So you reach out
for a shotgun #
# But it's in the garage now #
# Don't you know,
so turn the lights out #
# Because you know
your way around #
# Better than anyone #
# When there's no place to hide #
# It breaks the window #
# Inside subject #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# And it's drug,
drug driven #
# Taste something unknown #
# You sweat,
you're scared #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# And it's drug,
drug driven #
# When you fall asleep #
# Suddenly the water starts shakin' #
# In the glass by the sink #
# That's when you know #
# That you're being hunted #
# So you reach out for the ammo #
# 'Cause it's sittin' right next
to the gun now #
# So turn the lights out #
# Because you know your way around #
# Better than anyone #
Five, four
Three, two, run!
# It breaks the window #
# Inside subject #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# And it's drug,
drug driven #
# Taste something unknown #
# You sweat,
you're scared #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
# She puts her faith in medicine #
# And he'll keep his faith in the same #
# While you put your faith
in something else #
# And she overdoses
on the medicine #
# While he keeps on sinning #
# And you put your faith
in something else #
# It breaks the window #
# An inside subject #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
# Taste something unknown #
# You sweat, you're scared #
# Bruised down to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
# It's just a taste unknown #
# The sweat on your skin #
# You're bruised to the bone #
# It's drug, drug driven #
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