Phantasm III: Lord Of The Dead Page #2

My mom was too upset

to understand what was really going on.

I knew someone had murdered my father.

Then we came face to face with the truth.

Stay here, Timmy. Don't move.

The town went quietly after that.

And I've been here ever since.

Alone?

Yeah.

Wow.

I couldn't reach the pedals that first year

but now I can.

- I've been practising.

- Practising what?

Driving. I'm getting pretty good.

Maybe I could take your Hemi for a spin.

No way.

I've been restoring that car for two years.

God damn it.

Where the hell is that pink hearse?

Er, Reg?

There's something else missing.

The Lurkers got 'em.

Sh*t!

OK, I'm gonna be moving on now.

I can drop you at the next town.

Well, I was thinking

maybe I could tag along for a while.

Tim, you don't wanna go where I'm going.

Hell, I don't wanna go there either.

Two's better than one.

I can help.

- See?

- A little kid shouldn't be playing with guns.

I ain't a kid no more, Reg.

Hey, what's this?

Uh, it's one of those balls

I was telling you about.

It came over to our side

and got cooked in the process somehow.

I gotta get some directions here.

Why don't you get out

and stretch your legs?

OK.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- All these kids yours?

- Oh, no.

They're some of the orphans

that straggled down here from Holtsville.

We're just trying to take care of them.

Aaah!

Looks like

we caught ourselves a fish, girlfriend.

What's his problem?

We're in deep sh*t.

We gotta get outta here before...

Oh, f***.

What the hell...?

Anita!

Oh!

Unlock these goddamn handcuffs.

Don't go near that thing!

What the f*** was that?

That's kinda hard to explain.

And who the hell are you two?

I'm Reggie and this...

This is Tim.

They call me Rocky.

What the hell are you doing here?

Is this your home town?

It was. My whole family just vanished.

And the rest of the town 86'd.

This town's dead.

Nothing left here

but those damned sentinels.

We're not hanging out here

till another one turns up.

Come on, let's go.

You go on. But I ain't letting no Christmas

tree ornament back me up outta here

before I do what I got to do.

Suit yourself. Lots of luck, baby.

Thanks, kid. I owe you one.

Two.

- What?

- On my count, you owe me two.

OK. OK, I owe you two.

Hey, you gonna dump me off

at that lady's place again?

Come on.

We've got things to do.

Watch the upholstery.

Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Yee-ha!

Yee-ha!

Hell, I don't have a clue which way to go.

Er, Reg?

Watch what it does.

Which way should we go?

Well, OK. I hope that ball's got

a better sense of direction than mine do.

What's up?

Well, I guess you could say

we're on a search-and-destroy mission.

- You two?

- Yeah?

We're searching for a friend, but first

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