Eight Hours of Terror Page #4

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- Why don't you two shut up?

- I beg your pardon?

- Show some sympathy.

- To a woman who kills her baby?

She's right.

A sing-along always helps

at a time like this.

The young man

with the flashing dark eyes

He won my heart...

Stop them. My head's throbbing.

That's enough!

Damn commie reds.

What's red? It's a Russian folksong.

We'll have no Soviet songs here!

Typical stubborn ignorance

of your generation.

You won't find a job singing red songs.

The young man

with the flashing dark eyes

He won my heart,

he filled my soul

Come to me,

My arms are open wide

I hold him gently in my arms

As I whisper my love to him

I expect him to confess his love

Let's dance together

in the green meadows

Oh, my darling dark-eyed lover

My father doesn't know

about my secret love

No one tells him

about my hidden love

See you over there.

Look, someone's crossing!

Hey, hold that bus!

Another one.

Out of the way, let us on.

Lots of good-looking babes on this bus.

Behave yourself!

- Come here.

- No!

Ain't as if you're a virgin, is it?

Hey, Bro.

Like a present from heaven.

Get this bus moving.

You sit down!

Don't be so rude to the young lady.

Stuck-up b*tch.

What's your problem?

- What's going on here?

- Sabu, leave 'em be.

There's a policeman on this bus.

Watch your damn driving!

- The bank robbers.

- Shut up and get this bus moving!

Damn it.

Don't move.

Stay where you are!

Please, my baby is dying.

Shut up.

A dead baby is none of our business.

You fool.

Kazuko! Kazuko!

Keep calm and you won't get hurt.

And throw this cop off the bus.

He's dead. You've killed him.

No, that's just a flesh wound.

I'm no cold-blooded killer.

Driver, stop the bus.

No need for that.

Don't you screw around with me!

We're not carrying any valuables.

Look, a love letter

This is sexy.

I'm not the type to hide valuables

in my underwear.

You're not a relative.

You're her toy-boy, aren't you?

- Wanna be a star, do you?

- Let me go!

Let's rehearse a love scene together.

How was that?

You won't get away with this.

They'll catch you.

In these hills? Not likely!

There's a police post up ahead.

They'll get you.

If we see cops, you all act dumb.

Only the driver speaks.

Anyone says a word

and I'll kill every one of you.

I'd rather die than go to jail.

Innocent little baby.

That'll just alert the cops.

Wipe it off now.

Bro, what about the baby?

Wrap it up

and let the mother hold it.

If you do that, my baby will die.

Please, help us. I beg you.

I don't care.

I ain't swapping my life for no baby.

Get that kid wrapped up now.

You heard him, do it.

No, wait! Please don't!

If my baby dies,

what will become of me?

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