Drifter

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We're taking everything.

Food... guns... bullets...

Mm-hmm.

We're taking everything.

Food... guns... bullets...

Okay.

Food... guns... bullets...

The f*** you are.

What'd you say?

Is it bad?

It's not good.

See, no hospital.

Son of a b*tch,

come on, mother f***er.

You gotta

be kidding me, let's go.

There we go!

If I never saw the sun again,

I don't think I'd mind.

You mad at me?

Huh?

Your hand feels better,

don't it?

A little...

That really hurt.

Yeah I never said it wouldn't.

Here, drink up, here.

Drink this. Drink it.

I'll get it.

- Forgive me?

- Yeah, I forgive you.

Rock 'n roll.

You day dreaming?

Miles?

No.

Then what the hell

are you doing?

Just thinking about

where we're going, that's all.

What's there to think about?

Just thinking if it's worth it,

that's all.

Worth it?

I'm just saying.

Be very f***ing careful about

the next words outta your mouth.

Elaborate.

Elaborate?

Listen up, Miles...

...and open your goddamn ears.

Look around, what do you see?

It's a wasteland.

There are no more rules.

People do whatever they want.

It's complete chaos.

But without rules all a man

has left is his pride.

And that was

taken from both of us.

Maybe that man regrets

what he did to our father.

But I can bet your ass

he wasn't regretting sh*t

when he stuck that knife

into his stomach and drove off.

Now I'm gonna make sure he never

has a chance to regret again.

You wanna keep acting

like a child and not take part?

I'll leave you

in this desert right now.

With whatever the f***'s

lurking out here.

Maybe that'll teach you

to be a man.

Quit that sh*t!

You wanna be serious?

You better readjust

your f***ing brain cells.

Cause that sh*t

you just said to me?

Put it to sleep, Miles.

Okay?

Come here.

You know what?

You're gonna be okay.

After all this is done...

we're both gonna be okay.

All right?

I promise.

Where'd this chump

find a working car?

Don't matter, I want it

Wakey, wakey.

Now get outta the car...

before I blow the f*** outta you.

Nice car.

Really nice car!

Just not your lucky day dum dum.

Huh?

What happened to your hand?

All right.

Easy...

First, I'm gonna put a bullet

in that stupid f***ing

face of yours.

Then we're gonna steal your car.

And then my friends and I are

gonna be on our merry little way.

That sound good to you buddy?

I think that's a yes, boys.

Hey, Leary.

Let's take the car and go.

What?

He's good, he can't hurt us.

Let's just take the car.

I'm sorry, did you have

something to f***ing say?

Nah.

Disco.

Open your mouth.

- Open your f***ing mouth, now.

- Hey, Leary.

Come on, buddy,

you're making this harder than it has to be.

- Hey, Leary!

- What!

Look.

What the f***?

Hey!

This one yours?

This little puppy!

Well, come over here and watch

me put 'em to f***ing sleep!

Hey, man, be cool. Be cool.

No more.

What?

Please?

Take your clothes off.

What?

Take your clothes off.

Take your f***ing clothes off!

Get outta here.

Run!

You all right?

No, Dom. I ain't all right.

Miles...

Why didn't you call for me

when they were attacking you?

Hmm? Why didn't you yell?

I don't know.

Lemme see you.

Miles, you've gotta learn

to take care of yourself.

This can't keep happening.

What if I'm not here one day?

Huh?

Well, everything happens

for a reason, I believe that.

Do you?

Yup.

It's time to get you

to a hospital.

Hey...

Dom?

What are you doing?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

They killed them all.

Miles, stay in the goddamn car!

Who killed who?

And they're gonna kill you, too.

- Dom...

- Shut up!

What was that about?

I don't know

and I don't wanna know.

Dominic...

Dominic...

Look.

Looks...

...deserted...

Hey.

My brother's hurt,

he needs a doctor.

There anyone here

who can do that?

I asked you a question, man.

Hey.

I can give you some food.

We have plenty.

Whaddya say?

Why'd you do that?

Put your hands up

so I can see them.

Son of a b*tch!

You're gonna need a morgue if you

don't put your hands up right now!

- Put your hands up!

- Goddamn it!

Stand up.

Kick the gun to the side.

Turn around.

Slow.

Who are you?

My brother needs a hospital.

He needs some help.

Help me get him outta the car.

Get him inside.

Here, put him here.

Give me the bucket!

What's his name?

- Miles.

- Miles.

My name's Vijah... Okay?

I'm gonna help

clean up your hand.

You have some debris. Okay,

I'm gonna have to dig it out.

It's gonna hurt

so don't scream.

Can you keep

your hand over his mouth!

Very good, Miles.

You don't look like brothers.

Am I supposed to

say something to that?

Why are you being so difficult?

- I'm not.

- I'm trying to help you guys.

I know.

You didn't see another car

come through here did you?

No.

I usually stay inside.

Away from town.

Away from the sun.

But there's other people

that live here right?

Not anybody that you wanna know.

Then why do you stay?

What happened to him?

Having a car's like

asking for trouble.

And, ya know,

he's a little slow.

Slow?

Yeah.

His head.

You know.

Here.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna find the guy

who slashed our tires

and then we're gonna put

the pedal to the metal

and get the f*** outta dodge.

- Is that right?

- Yeah it's a fact.

You can't just wander

around this town okay?

Oh, yeah?

Why's that?

Cause Doyle won't like it.

- Who's that?

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