Be Kind Rewind Page #3

of Fats' death.

And there's a ceremony

that's being organized in commemoration.

We gonna all get together

in that abandoned train where he died...

...and we're gonna play his records

until morning.

- Oh, wow.

- Yeah.

I wanna come. Can I come with you?

No.

I just told you,

I need you to take over for me.

Oh, right, right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Okay.

You want me to just run the shop

while you're gone?

You think I could do that?

You tell me.

I'm not gonna let you down,

Mr. Fletcher.

Good, just don't set the place on fire.

Oh, no. Service, quality, safety,

you can count on that.

Excellent.

Here's something really important:

You must never...

Slam the door, because

the building will collapse.

No, Mike. I mean, yes,

but that's not what I wanted to say.

- You must never...

- Use the VCR to rewind the tapes...

No. Why do you always

have to finish my sentences?

- Okay, just listen.

- Okay. I'm sorry. Go ahead.

Okay, you must... Damn it.

Now I forgot what I had to say.

- But it's very...

- Lock the door.

- Mr. Fletcher, have a good trip.

- I'll have a good trip.

Take some pictures and call me.

Oh, yes, yes. I... I remember.

See, you wanted to finish my sentence.

- I lost my focus. I can't...

- No, no. I was listening. I was listening.

Hey, Mike. Mike. Keep Jerry...

I can't hear you.

Keep Jerry out. Out, out.

What? I don't know what that means.

"Peek your edge too.

Peek your edge..."

"Tuo. Too. Peek your edge too."

That's what it is.

I just found out something sad today.

Mr. Fletcher can't spell.

Maybe his parents

couldn't afford school.

Did he have parents?

- Yeah.

- Interesting.

Don't mention this to anybody.

- Just keep this between us. Don't...

- Of course not, that would be racist.

Peek your... Pick.

Your age. Pick your age.

He's talking gibberish.

It's nonsense, but it's not his fault.

The power plant's controlling us.

I know it.

- Through microwaves.

- Mm-hm.

They're using it to make us do things.

To buy things, to accept things.

And who...? Who...? Who are they?

Who are "they"?

The government, the FBI, of course.

- And I say no more.

- Right.

I'm gonna sabotage

the power plant tonight...

...and you're gonna help me.

Look, I got a map.

Completely worked out.

We short-circuit this

with whatever that thing is.

And that blows up the transformer.

All we gotta do is climb the fence...

...and throw this sweet grappling hook

right into the transformer. Boom.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

This, my friend, is your camouflage.

Camouflage.

Bones.

We need that electricity.

You know, we got the machines, we...

And nobody rewinds the tapes.

- This is more important than that.

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