Invasion U.S.A. Page #3

.. and another 20 are injured.

The utility company says no gas leak|could cause such a string of explosions.

It has also been a day of fires|throughout the south-east...

A vodka.

And a beer, thank you.

.. burned to the ground|despite a seven-alarm effort to stop

what one fire marshal called|"a wall of flame".

The wave of violence that began|inexplicably last night

is continuing and intensifying|all across the nation today.

Authorities have thus far been helpless|in their efforts to prevent it.

They've been blowing|up the world for years.

I'm just surprised it took the bastards|this long to get here.

- Precisely my sentiments.|- Where do the terrorists come from?

- Merry Christmas.|- .. every American is asking today.

You came back to see Angela, eh?

No.

But you'll do.

Screw these guys.|We'll celebrate, huh?

Screw yourself first.|We don't got time for this sh*t.

Oh, yeah?|Why don't you drink the champagne?

I'm gonna see the world.|I'll see you later.

- Watch my hand. Watch my hand.|- Sorry.

Beat it.

Victor! Victor!

- Where's Rostov?|- I don't know, man.

Nobody knows how to find him.|He's on the move all the time.

Rostov!

- I only do what he tells me to.|- What's going on?

If you come back, I'll hit you with|so many rights, you'll beg for a left.

Oh, yeah?

I wanna know|what's coming down next.

Victor!

He's gonna kill him. He has a knife.

Arriba!

That's all I know, man.

But it's too late.|I was supposed to be there by now.

That place is history.

What are you gonna do now,|tough guy?

You're beginning to irritate me.

You're crazy, man. You're crazy.|Watch out, b*tch.

If you live through this, tell Rostov,

"It's time to die. "

You little brat.

- Thank you. Mmm, this is nice.|- I think I got that for her last year.

She probably needs some more.

I don't know.|Maybe I ought to get her a night gown.

- That man left his package.|- Oh. Hey, mister.

Hey, mister! Mister!

You forgot your package, mister.|Hey, buddy. Hey, mister.

Hey, your packages. Hey, pal. Hey!

Hey!

Hey, mister!

Hey, you.

Stupid son of a b*tch. What in the hell...?

Goddam it, cowboy.

Ow!

Bust their butt, cowboy.

- Grab her.|- What?

- Get ready.|- Oh!

Come on, move up.

Come on.

Come on!

Thanks for the ride, cowboy.

- What did you tell him?|- You're crazy, man.

Hunter is dead. He's dead.

Your failure to go shopping with us|was most inconsiderate.

- I got caught up with some chick.|- You talked to Hunter, now, didn't you?

How could this be?

- I killed him, now, didn't I? Didn't I?|- Yes.

But he was there and you were not.

How could this be?|There is only one way this could be.

You talked to him.

What did he say? What did he say?!

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