Drive Angry 3d Page #3

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Dry county.

Oh, sh*t. Sorry.

-That was in my pocket.

-Don't look at me like I'm some sort of thief.

I lifted it for protection.

If you stole my ride,

I was gonna have to hunt you down.

Did she say something funny?

Yeah, this license isn't just expired,

it's antique.

All right, then bring me a black coffee

with sugar.

Aw! Now, now, now. For you, handsome,

I don't know,

I think maybe I can bend the rules a bit.

Don't tell nobody.

You gonna tap that or what?

Tap?

Geez, Milton, how long has it been?

I've had a lot on my mind.

Uh-huh. Right. Suit yourself then.

But no one ever reaches the end and says,

"l wish I hadn't f***ed so much."

Where you going?

I'm going to take a shower,

lie in a warm bed,

-do my nails.

-What about your beer?

You drink it. I'll see you at dawn.

Here you go, big boy.

Like an eagle in the eye

of a hurricane that's abandoned

Get you a drink, friend?

It's a nice place you got.

You rent that out for parties here?

We sure do. You planning a party?

Yeah. I'm planning on having

one of them tonight.

Reverend Jonah King,

the self-proclaimed prophet...

Mom, Mom, look, it's over.

Piper's gone. I just want my car back.

-Look, I gotta go. Cops are here.

-...are wanted for questioning...

-I love you, too.

-...in the brutal murder of the young parents.

About f***ing time.

-I called you guys like...

-There was a traveler.

-6'1".

-What?

Ah! Yes, the traveler.

Angry with attitude.

Sumbitch kicked me in the... Who are you?

-I'm The Accountant.

-The...

I called a cop.

The "sumbitch,"

where did he go?

F*** should I know?

I woke up and all three were gone.

-All three?

-The b*tch, the sumbitch

-and my car!

-What kind of car?

Look, Hugo Boss,

you ain't no cop, me ain't no talking.

Two sumbitches in one day?

You leave me no choice.

I'm gonna take this stick from Kentucky

and beat your ass with it.

-What kind of car, Frank?

-What?

Your car, what kind is it?

Why does everyone keep hurting me?

Answer. The.

Question.

'69 Charger, you f***.

Wait, wait, wait. Get me off this wall.

Please. No!

Where you going?

Please, get me off the wall.

Hey, f*** tard, that's mine.

Shithead, shithead, that's...

-You call about a stolen car?

-Frank Raimi?

In there.

I'm looking for someone.

He's driving a '69 Charger.

He's traveling with her.

Jesus.

-Excuse me?

-Keep your hands where I can see them.

Show me your hands, a**hole.

-This is your lucky day.

-What's the matter...

You're...

You're a Fed?

I'm in pursuit of a traveler.

John, John Milton.

He's with the girl in this photo.

-But the guy in the room, he's...

-Dead. Yes.

I'd say it's unfortunate, but I'd be lying.

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