Mad Max: Fury Road Page #4

we're going to the Green Place.

The stupid Green Place.

We don't even know where to find it!

- You all right?

- On! On!

Cheedo!

Cheedo, don't be stupid.

Stop!

He'll forgive us.

I know he will.

There is no going back!

- We were his treasures!

- Cheedo!

We were protected!

He gave us the high life!

- What's wrong with that?

- We are not things.

No!

We are not things!

We are not things.

- I don't want to hear that again!

- They were her words!

And now she's dead!

Wring your hands and tear your hair...

...but you're not going back.

You're not going back to him.

Angharad!

Come on! Come on!

So, um, ahem...

...where is this...

...Green Place?

It's a long night's run, heading east.

We need inventory.

Match every gun with its bullets.

I'm gonna go and do some repairs.

We need someone down the back.

I'll go.

No.

I want you to stay together.

I can do it.

What are you doing here?

He saw it.

He saw it all.

My own Blood Bag driving the Rig

that killed her.

Stop doing that.

Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Stop.

Three times the gates were open to me.

What gates?

I was awaited in Valhalla.

They were calling my name.

I should be walking with the Immorta.

McFeasting with the heroes of all time.

I'd say it was

your manifest destiny not to.

I thought I was being spared

for something great.

I got to drive a pursuit vehicle.

For a while even Larry and Barry

stopped chewing on my windpipe.

Who are Larry and Barry?

My mates.

Larry and Barry.

If they don't get me,

then the Night Fevers will.

Well, we've only got four for Big Boy here,

so he's all but useless.

But...

...we can squirt off this little pinky

a raunchy 29 times.

Angharad used to call them Antiseed.

Plant one and watch something die.

Hold on, mate.

We are down

30,000 units of guzzoline...

...19 canisters of nitro,

12 assault bikes...

...seven pursuit vehicles.

The deficit mounts.

And now, sir...

...you have us stuck in a quagmire.

Hey, Joe!

Boss!

Your girly's breathing her last!

What about the child?

Are you coming, brother?

Wait!

It's gone awful quiet in there.

Get it out.

Get it out!

Come on! I've been called to the torture!

Patience!

Oh, you stay here with your grief, Daddy.

- I'll fetch them for you.

- Be careful! Protect the assets!

Just one angry shot...

...for Furiosa.

Hut!

Yeah!

Crying shame. Heh.

Come.

Another month...

...could have been your viable human!

Was it a male?

Your A-1 Alpha prime.

Hey, Rictus!

You lost a baby brother!

Perfect in every way.

I had a baby brother!

I had a little baby brother!

And he was perfect!

Perfect in every way!

Come on.

Wouldn't wanna shoot the wives, sir.

Just probing.

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